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A tribute to poet Jayanta Mahapatra by lyricist Gulzar
He who was a poet used to remain silent
And say the strangest issues
Along with his eyes skilled at one’s ears he would hear
To the sound of mute silences
He would acquire the shadows of the moon
And the damp drops of sunshine
Filling the dry leaves of the evening in his cupped fingers
He would rattle them
From this dense forest of Time
He would pluck ripe-unripe moments
Sure, he, that unusual poet
Would get up within the evening and
Elevating on his elbows
Kiss the moon on its chin
I heard he departed from the earth yesterday
— Translated from the Urdu unique by Rakhshanda Jalil
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