an iPoem / info-poem by Soumitra Roy(1980)
The stork has a wing at the right.
Another at the left. Flapping up and down
together. Paddy-crops reaped. I have been
seated on the boundary-line. With my knees
pressed against my chest. Looking at the stork
Its two legs are folded and moveless.
I have been seated on huge grass.
no movement no fluttering deep serenity
translated by Rudra Kinshuk