Amitabh Mitra
an evening creaks in
touching shadows with a tinge
of smile
a slow release laughter
aloe and wild grass shake to
jazz moments
tiredness breaks its shackles
ran the curves of a distant sun
words lost its way home
as usual
a poem unwound itself
from an angle of your eye
mdantsane bursts itself in a mayhem
of another carnival night.
With the kind permission of the author
[…] Mdantsane explose dans la confusion d’une autre nuit carnavalesque Amitabh Mitra traduit de l’anglais en français par Jean-Marie Flémal Avec l’aimable autorisation de l’auteur et du […]