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
- The Cat in the Kitchen by Robert Bly
- Inside of King’s College Chapel, Cambridge by William Wordsworth
- Sonnet LXII by William Shakespeare
- Владимир Высоцкий – Мы вращаем Землю
- Because I Cannot Sleep by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- A HYMN TO BACCHUS by Robert Herrick
- In An Underground Dressing Station by Siegfried Sassoon
- Михаил Кузмин – Запел петух, таинственный предвестник
- Владимир Высоцкий – Нет меня, я покинул Расею
- Couplet 1 poem – Amir Khusro poems | Poems and Poetry
- Николай Рубцов – Жеребенок
- An Insolent Jew
- 我被包围了
- Epigram : To Christina, Queen Of Sweden, With Cromwell’s Picture (Translation) by William Cowper
- Letter to my father by Preeth Nambiar
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