JUDAS
SADANANDA REGE
(Translated from the
original in Marathi by
DR PRABHAKAR MACHWE)
On the branches or darkness
Blades of lightning
Around the ramparts of flash tempest
Nights of deception clash
In crushed dead leaves
Drops of uncertainty drip
Under the emptiness of sky
Bats of malice sleep
On a branch of a tree
A rope
dangles
In the noose of the rope
A corpse
swings
Around the corpse
Dreadful wind
sings
And in his pocket
Thirty coins
jingle.