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Arjan Mirchandani 'Shad'
Fire
Each word in every poem of mine
Emerges like a fire-ball
What else can an afflicted heart entertain?
Not in dew-drops
But in lambent images of flame alone
Can it shape itself ?
Such is this fire
That not all the waters
of the circumambient ocean can quench.
It is not the passion of my heart only
but of countless beings like myself.
Aye, it is the rage of this age.
Translated by Tirth Basant
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