Atul Dodiya
- Ranjit Hoskote
Translation of the Text on the Work
Limping, always limping,
who's that
who haunts the shore of my words ?
who doesn't let me rest in my deepest sleep?
who's this shuffling on the green carpet
of my dreams, limping, limping ?
And when my lips are about to meet at the verb's edge,
who's it who drags me off my trip,
who drums me, mid-verse, ringing hollow-
who?
who's that ?
Labhshanker Thaker