With intense desire to see the sun
you keep awake all night
there is a dawn without the sun!
you keep squeezing the honeycomb of the sky
tolerating the sting of honeybees
and in the morning
you get to lick only the leaking bowl!
To get a bird
you throw away your only piece of cloth
you are embarrassed by the play of fate!
Carrying life on your shoulder
you walk slowly, carefully
and after all the walk
eventually you come
to that delicately supported
rugged rock of death!
The edges of our beliefs
keep pricking and poking
again and again
Translated from Gujarati by Varsha Das