WITHIN

VISWANATHA SATYANARYANA

Translated by B. V. L. NARAYANA ROW

Fancying,

I blush

like a woman

my heart

moving and rising

raising my voice,

I sing

depressed,

I shed tears

unexpectedly happy,

I laugh

An idea

comes to my mind,

takes it over

shaking my joints.

When I try

to discover it

the path of my mind

becomes dark.

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