There Must Be Another Word
by Mohan Rana
Changing shades of blue
Of sky and waves
The cloud is humming something
Like a dream of open eyes
What will this day be like?
What will this garment of moments
be like?
The ball of woollen thread
Weaves time
Caresses the drowsy stones
There must be another word
To say
This another day
The literal translation of this poem was made by Lucy Rosenstein
The final translated version of the poem is by Bernard O'Donoghue
© Poetry Translation Centre 2004-2012
Latika Singh says:
this is simply beautiful. it really speaks to me and i can really relate to its words. one day....i will come back and read this poem again and it will remind me of my semi-wonderful high school days....which unfortunately are occurring this very moment as i am typing this comment. please add more of mohan rana poetry. sometimes you should have it in hindi as in my native tongue