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                Here a girl was looking for
     the pence that she lost on the crossroads
      and a boy was looking for his livelyhood

            wayfarers for addresses  changing everyday
              the police often kept looking for murderers
                some kept looking for a tunnel
                      to build a house in,

                  the old lady for her lost  son
                  you for my sleep my letters
                      itoo was looking
                   for something or other
                    that the life has to offer
                   when politics fails too
                     work out salvation
                        for every one

                   colours were being looked for
                        on walls dull with dust
                  water was tracing out its  face
                      on voiced goushing forth
                             from the throat
                    gentleman this was a phase
                      when despite restiveness
                      poets could not produce
                          a single word
                         and often talked
                   of beaking new grounds
                            in craft



vimal kumar -translated by anamika ,well known hindee poetess.