What More Than This Can Be

What More Than This Can Be 1) What more than this can be the intensity of grief, This experience has so much made me wander Along thorny paths. Along this river the water of desire is flowing The poison of erect hood is playing on the grass A dove is dancing on the half-exposed breasts of Ven The city has wrapped The clothes of Laser beams around itself The debaucherous sleep of unchecked power in the unworldly darkness I am a common man of this contemporary history I have put down the head guard out of self-humility I wish to embrace deeply my innermost being That will end up the essence, Do not shed the innocent skin of this grammar After all this heinous world belongs to human beings Power is not in words but in the desire This fever-stricken, exaggerated pretension Will bother the deep relations Clear away the self-chosen inhuman path Seasons come and go Who are you waiting for? 2) I am a common man of this contemporary history I have put down the head guard out of self-humility I wish to embrace deeply my innermost being That will end up the essence, Do not shed the innocent skin of this grammar After all this heinous world belongs to human beings Power is not in words but in the desire This fever-stricken, exaggerated pretention Will bother the deep relations Clear away the self-chosen inhuman path Seasons come and go Who are you waiting for? Written by: Namdeo Dhasal Translated by: Dilip chetre