Poems
A Standard Shirt
by Mohan Rana
there comes a time
when the day's noise and actions
are already done with,
just as now,
all desires quenched,
I am ready to sit down
on any chair.
A boy in a yellow shirt
has just passed by
and made me think
of a shirt of mine
in those old ordinary days.
So it was possible.
Yes, this life was possible.
And here I am, still wearing
a shirt just like that.
3.11.1988
From Jagah, Dwelling
The literal translation of this poem was made by Lucy Rosenstein
The final translated version of the poem is by Bernard O'Donoghue
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