(5 May 1956 - / Sinapali, Nuapara, Orissa / India)

Written While Drunk In Lake-View Pavilion On The 27th Day Of The Sixth Month

Black cloud fly ink not cover hills
White rain leap drops random into boat
Sweep earth wind come suddenly blow disperse
View lake downstairs water like sky
The inky clouds fly in, but do not hide the hills,
As random drops of white rain leap into the boats.
A sudden wind arrives and sweeps across the earth,
Below I see the lake a mirror of the sky.

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