I wanted <br /> to make a deep imprint <br /> on that traditional style, <br /> <br />So I <br /> tore apart the ancient bark <br /> and threw a muslin <br /> on her cold, naked person <br /> adown her heels. <br /> <br />I wanted <br /> to mould her <br /> into a neverbefore form <br /> out of her primordial radiance. <br /> <br />I had <br /> an unshaken trust, <br /> a promise in my voice <br /> <br />And so <br /> like the brisk ants in a busy file <br /> still move on <br /> my efforts and quietude <br /> my intellect and perception <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />________ <br />deonpipre <br />tr: kamalesh bandopadhyay<br /><br />CHOUDHURI SUKUMAR<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-ant-s-venture/
