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Aaj Krishna khelat hori
Aaj krisna!
Dekho gopikaon ki chaal
Phenkat nandlal
Pe gulaal!
Gori radhika ke gaal
Aur balkrishna ka kapaal
Donon hi to range Hain
Laal prem ka gulaal
Aaja balika
Khelein hum daar daar pe
Phuloon ki bahaar
Rang sabke dwaar
Aanand ki bauchhar!
Aaj bajti hai
Rangon ki malhar
Are Holi hai
Mere dwaar!
We brought saplings of trees,
radiant peach, apple.
We nurtured them, they bore divine fruit.
I wanted to export them, but in vain,
says the farmer from Gori to the journalists.

I cut them all down, cut them down to save my time and nerves.
I cried,
and the trees shed tears as well.
I destroyed the fruit of Eden.
Šešir i
kaput

neka
moda
stara

nju na
prvu
ne prepoznajem

al životinja
pored

njenom
profilu
odgovara

Dan je
vedar

hladan je
zrak

između
šešira i šala

dok me
ispod
semafora
gleda

u njenim
očima
pada
mrak

Po dijagonali
crveno i ona
stoje

srce mi
gori

mrakom me
ruši

tugom
je volim

Na zeleno

ispod
šala

cuje se
hajde!

zivotinja
slusa

u paraleli se
prolazimo

ostaje
pitanje

zašto
joj je
takva

duša.

*mh - Januar 2017 - rana jutarnja

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