Day

tr. from Uday Prakash's "???"

A frail ox
is panting.

Sweat is shining
on his muscles,
and from his tired nostrils,
white froth
is falling.

White froth,
slowly,
now covers
the whole field.

Uday Prakash

Murder

tr. from Uday Prakash's Hindi poem '?????'

After he dies,
he thinks
nothing.

After he dies,
he speaks
nothing.

When he does not
think or speak,
he dies.

Uday Prakash