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It’s good. A seed is a seed.
The mushrooms and the seaweeds, Christian Dior.
The sesame oil, sir,
for make a fish on the grill.

Everything fits in. Of quinoa the tortilla.
Fruit and cheese. Maggot in cauliflower.
Nothing has flavour of other flavour.
I shine because inside corn shines.

No poem. No music. No cinema.
No theatre. No architecture.
To fill the emptiness only I came.

And empty I will be. Because beauty
only will be when immobile guess
the answer of the hunger in the writing.

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C.P. Ravikumar

The subtlety in the poem is its winning point. Very well translated into English. Thanks for sharing. I translated it into Kannada.

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