Okay I am, alright I am.
Somewhere aghast, tongue-tied I am.
Somewhere inside, elixir flows.
So flowing, undefiled I am.
The fall pilfered away my leaves.
A branch unbent in height I am.
To burn, to douse – It’s all just Life.
Both magna, anthracite I am.
Translated from my Hindi poem, ठीक हो?
THīk ho?
THīk bhī hūn THāk bhī hūn
kahīn achal abāk bhī hūn
kahīn andar amrit jharti hei
uske jhar se pāk bhī hūn
patjHaD ne patte CHīne hein
aDā sakt main shāk bhī hūn
tapnā bujhnā zindagī hei
jwālā main hūn rākh bhī hūn
Minakhi Misra 