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 ]