MADHAV BORKAR 

I CONVINCE

I convince myself
that you are not 
far away from me.

When 
the bare trees of winter
put forth tender green leaves
the soft touch of the moon
makes the mogari spread fragrance.
Like the pipal tree, 
in my blood
flutters the breath
you had once sown.

I convince myself
that you aren't
far away from me.

When the cuckoo
perched on the mango-tree in the garden
hints at the arrival of spring
your wind-like hand
makes the pollen open
in every pore of my being,
and my poems 
dream only of you.

I really know
that you are not
away from me. 

(Translated from Konkani by poet himself)

MADHAV BORKAR 

HORIZON

To this tattered life of mine
Will you put a few stitches?
The path is thorny
And my feet heavy as lead.

The pathway moves in circles
I do not know
Where it begins
Where it ends
But your distant sky's horizon
Beckons me…

(Translated from Konkani by poet himself)