Poetry:
Manu Manjil
A Moment when I had no Answer
To answer a certain question
someone asked me the other evening
I only hummed a few songs.
Filling with my voice
the vacancies deep down words
I pretended I was
conversing with him.
I kept him busy pointing at the birds
returning to their nests from
the banks of mystery...
I told him my own stories,
I read out a few poems.
Suddenly, he beamed
and left with an air
as if he had got the right answer.
But, what answer might he have
got?
I am left alone to imagine and find.
Translation: Poet Himself
