The pills are of no use
The prayers, no cure, produce

Thud, thud, thud, knocks the heart
As one by one, battles are lost
In anguish, its beats pounding
Door after door, for an opening

Thud, thud, thud, goes the heart.
Pursued by its echoes, harsh.
Like a herald proclaiming
News of death, approaching.

Thud, thud, thud, beats the heart
Though it is time to depart
Like a miser, counting
Each last breath, remaining

Translation of Amitabh Bhattacharya’s Dhadaam Dhadaam from Bombay Velvet

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