Image by Stan WinokurThe pain remained with me a long time.
Finally the ancient root was cut --
from immersion I emerged blinking into light.
I am restored to health now
though the season is gray.
Surgery everywhere;
this tea table was once the flesh of a tree.
Binoy Majumdar
Posted over on Poems & Poetics
Translated by Jyotirmoy Datta
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