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MOHAN RANA

OBSESSIVE

TUNE

Night passed and the morning came, though, tossing and turning, I got nowhere. A journey, my friend, to wrong places. If you want to lose the way, we will go together, on condition that first you forget your name. Noone wants to be forgotten, it is true, but may they, life after life, be reminded of their absence. When will dreams be recognized, and truth? Even after waking, how can we know the truth when everyone around is sleeping in the sleep of memory An obsessive tune fills my mind. -Translated from Hindi by Bernard O’Donoghue and Lucy Rosenstein

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