Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Habit:F.M.Shinde

F.M.Shinde

Habit

Once you’re used to it
You never afterwards
Feel anything;
Your blood nevermore
Congeals
Nor flows
For wet mud has been slapped
Over all your bones.
Once you’re used to it
Even the sorrow
That visits you
Sometimes, in dreams,
Melts away, embarrassed.
Habit isn’t used to breaking out
in feelings.

Translated by Priya Adarkar

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