Rising sun
Oh Enemy,
One fine morning in the wee hours
After tying behind the back
The hands that fought for sunrise
After blindfolding the eyes
That looked for sunrise
After putting the noose around the throat
That spoke for sunrise
After pulling the trigger
You turn that side
Only to find the sky blood red
In that crimson lap
Someone’s eyes have just opened
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29 August 1978
Translated by N. Venugopal