The moment she tucks in the mosquito net and goes
to bed, her husband’s black hands fumble after
the snakes and frogs of her body: “You’re hurting me!
Let go!” In anger, those black hands twist her breasts.
He says, “Listen here, Sweta, don’t be coy.
If ever I find even the evening star
gesturing to you, or making eyes,
I’ll see that you fall into a hellish pit.”
Sweta’s white thighs swing back and forth in space
clinging to the back, her husband’s black back.
Copyright ©: Translated by Carolyne Wright and Paramita Banerjee
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Sonnet (XII) : O Buddha ! I do wish to follow your golden middle path by Neelam Sinha
- Sonnet 136: If thy soul check thee that I come so near by William Shakespeare
- No, Love Is Not Dead by Robert Desnos
- The Bangle Sellers by Sarojini Naidu
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Молитва
- Morning Poem #43 by Wanda Phipps
- When I Go Alone At Night by Rabindranath Tagore
- Владимир Маяковский – Весь провел советский план… (Главполитпросвет №41)
- Inscription to Chloris by Robert Burns
- Why England Is Conservative poem – Alfred Austin
- Владимир Высоцкий – Марш студентов-физиков
- O Sun of Real Peace. by Walt Whitman
- The Heir Of Lynne poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Олег Григорьев – Как вы думаете, где лучше тонуть
- Leto and Niobe by Sappho
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Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
