They Tell Me Your Colour Is Blue

They tell me your colour is blue My life-breath feeds on your inspiring luminous pastures All that stands still or moves has turned into grass In celebration of your much-extolled blueness It is also said that you are unfathomable Those who know your exact whereabouts say so on oath I am happier to realise you in your lost but similar addresses In your nature that spurns all limits All awareness turns over In a winking of your eyes Your serpentine power looms throughout your being It shows us our destined parts in your vast anatomy You - from the number one to its zillionth decimal - are A unique curvature unto yourself That has no outer shell nor has any inner space. [Translated from Shesha: Selected Marathi Poems ]