The Colour of Water
by Mohan Rana
Rain falling, day after day,
as if trying to clean off
our permanent stains,
but all it does is discolour
this well-worn shirt,
and wash the memory
of all the passing seasons
from the walls.
This is not summer
nor autumn nor winter:
sometimes I recognize myself,
then forget.
Maybe after so much rain
all colour will be washed out
and my shirt then be the colour of water.
8.9.2008
The literal translation of this poem was made by Lucy Rosenstein
The final translated version of the poem is by Bernard O'Donoghue
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Nicky says:
Mmmm very nice, I like this poem! thank you Mohan
Dilip says:
Very nice poem Mohan short yet meaningful...
शायद कोई रंग ही ना बचे किसी सदी में इतनी बारिश के बाद
यह कमीज तब पानी के रंग की होगी !
Its nice to understand with you..