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FRAGRANCE- ISSUE 1 Mar 2013 FRAGRANCE

Volume : 1 Issue : 1 Jan-Mar 2013

Founder: Waseem A Malla

Editor: Shalini Samuel

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Editor’s Note

Dear Readers,

Fragrance, has bloomed into reality, to give everyone an equal opportunity

to showcase their poetic talents to the world. Fragrance gives youngsters,

opportunity to exhibit their skill. We have taken care that readers will get the

maximum pleasure in reading these wonderful poems.

The poem “Shake The Dust” by Dexter Sam touched my heart the most. This

Issue mainly focuses on young poets. Their modern way of writing and

modern thoughts is put before you. It has some wonderful poems from

senior poets like Tribhawan Kaul.

The magazine is organized wonderfully, with details about the authors along

with their poems. We place this colorful, poetry magazine in your hands.

Read at your leisure. Drop your feedbacks and suggestions at

[email protected]

Visit our website: http://efragrance.weebly.com/

With the hope, Fragrance the quarterly poetry magazine would steal your

hearts.

Regards

Shalini Samuel

Editor,

Fragrance EMagazine

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Shalini Samuel was born in

Kanyakumari, southern tip of India.

After completing her schooling

(2002) from St.Teresa’s MHSS,

Kanyakumari, she graduated in

Information Technology (2006) and

took her Master’s in Computer

Science from Noorul Islam College

of Engineering (2008) ,

Kanyakumari.

She has been writing poems from

her school days. Her poetic pursuits

took a pause during her college

years. After completing her studies,

she started blogging as a hobby and

slowly turned her concentration on

poetry. She says ‘she is creeping on

the walls of Muse India with a hope

there will be a bloom one day.

Shalini Samuel

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First Trust

Years ago, on this day

I made my noisy entry,

Into this beautiful earth,

As part of human race

With a cheerful pure soul

Greetings from everyone;

Happiness in their speech;

I could hear their words

But not clever to understand

Fearing to open my eyes,

Fearing to trust anyone,

I cried, others laughed

Worn out, I snoozed

Moved by mothers nurture

Eagerly opened my eyes

To glimpse my guardian angel,

First human I trusted

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A poet from Kashmir, India.

He had made attempts with

different genres of poetry, in English,

Urdu and Kashmiri. His poetry is

generally romantic in nature with

thrust on mystical and philosophical

elements. His poetry has been highly

influenced by the contemporary

Urdu poetry and this thing can be

well established while reading most

of his poems. He is influenced by

Maulana Jalal-ud-Din Rumi, Ahmad

Faraaz, Parveen Shakir and Faiz

Ahmad Faiz. Waseem says “Though

I can never touch their stature, I try

to write as they used to”.

Waseem A Malla

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Rise: As One

Rise, O Ye!

Ye: The children of Adam,

Rise to fall never again,

Rise from every fall you have,

Rise as the sun does in the morn,

Rise as the moon illuminates the night,

Rise, and rise hard:

Rise as the waves in the sea,

After every trough: with their heads up,

In the ocean of eternal love.

Rise, O Ye!

Ye, the dwellers of the earth,

Rise with all the might you have,

Rise to the heights of sky,

For the heavens have the rewards:

The moon- so bright there,

The stars- so numerous in count,

Rise as the moon does from the clouds,

All of them so grey and dark,

Everytime they hide its face.

Rise, O Ye!

Ye, the one who falls, again,

Ye, rise as the wind on the land,

Rise as the thorns blossom in sand,

Rise after every fall you have,

For falling down isn't a sin,

Rising not again is, so rise!

Rise with bodies and souls mingled,

Rise, and rise to live,

Rise, but rise as One...! ! !

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Dexter Sam finished an engineering degree but got bored with

it, and decided to teach in schools instead. He enjoys reading,

writing, eating, sleeping, wandering around the city and

listening to poetry. This piece was written on 1st January as a

response to the recent Delhi Gangrape incident.

Dexter Sam

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Shake The Dust, India

I picked up the newspaper

“A Young Woman dies, A Nation Mourns”

Rest in Peace, they said

Cos’ we will Not.

I dropped it in disgust

I can’t take any more

It overwhelms me

And scrambles my brains

Today I won’t have clever editorials

and opinion pieces

Or the explanations of experts in fancy designs of words

Today I won’t stand crocodile tears and empty promises

I will let the bitter taste remain

Today I will not drown her voice in

mindless partying

Or even be the man of whom everybody says ‘theek hai’

Today I will not mourn her loss or seek for closure

I will only let the bitter taste remain

There is a place in our hearts

Where news broadcasts and research studies can’t go

Assurances of national leaders don’t reach there

And the best government in the world will still leave untouched.

There is no promise of safety

There is no sure salvation

There is no hope of glory

Yet. But there will be.

See, like the dust gathering on books

stacked in library shelves

Dulling and deflating the fresh life of ideas within

Cynicism cakes itself on the human heart terrorized by tragedy

But today, let’s shake the dust

It might be the

Coldest day of the season

But there is a reason

Why winter always ends

The Sun always comes out

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Elvira is a Fun-loving person,

Avid Bollywood fan, Blog-Writer and

dedicated towards cause for

thalassemia. Born in Mumbai,

having an MBA finance degree, she

is currently working in a corporate

bank. She is a keen enthusiast and

loves to play the guitar, dance,

reading books, making innovative

handicrafts etc. As she quotes,

"Writing poems has been my

passion since young and now have a

blog "It’s My Life" to emote my

feelings and thoughts with friends-

Poems on love, life, relations,

abstracts, nature etc". A budding

poet, Elvira has her works(25

poems) published both at the

national and international level in

different anthologies.

Elvira Lobo

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In Your Arms

In your arms I lay for a while,

so soothing to see your gentle smile.

I wish I could be forever this way,

holding you close all day.

I am really in awe of enigma you possess,

your mysterious love seems so endless.

Charming , Exciting and Melting

hearts deeply in love uniting.

In your arms, I'm comforted by your care,

your fingers slowly running through my hair.

Your heart beat is in sync with mine,

every breath together brings me closer to thine.

I am enjoying your choicest attention you maintain,

little blushes makes my blood freeze in my veins.

How Toxic, Maddening and Enchanting is your love that's so pure,

In your arms,I lay passionately in love feeling so secure.

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Asif Andalib was born on 27

November in 1967 at Moez Monzil,

Komlapur, Faridpur of Bangladesh.

He writes poems and lyrics both in

English and Bengali. He was

literature editor of a cultural

organization “Oniketh”. Later he

served as its general secretary. He

was ranked one of the top 500

poets of PoemHunter.com many

times. Moreover one of his poem

has been published in The Top 100

Poems of 2012 the year’s most

awaited world’s poetry anthology.

Poetry Press Publishing Group of

Songwriting Opportunities, USA has

published the book.

Asif Andalib

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There’s someone made for me

There’s someone made for me

I feel it from my bone

I know you are out there

So call me over phone

And make an appointment

I am still home alone

Understand my feelings

Don’t let me sob and groan

You are my reality

And imagination

Show your face like the sun

In my life’s horizon

Waiting for you too long

Has made me like a stone

This song is like a bird

Baby it has now flown

With music’s tender wings

To the known and unknown

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Born on 10th May, 1994, Arirta Mukherjee is the eldest

son of Mr. Mrs. Sudipta Mukherjee. Writing from the little

cosmopolitan town of Liluah, ituated near Howrah, the

aspiring poet is presently pursuing his graduation in

English from Scottish Church College, Kolkata.

Aritra Mukherjee

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Ghosts

Haunted by a thousand voices,

Do you grope in the darkness?

Do you escape?

Or return?

Or escape to return?

Laughter contemptuous

Smile amorphous

Sobbing continuous

Nails scratching concrete,

Dragged with a sour

Teeth-roughening grind

A million vicious legs

Of an insect hideous,

Scuttle along the

Walls and floor

Of your blind

Cranial room

Rustle sickening.

Cribbed by breathless fear,

Do you intend to be lost?

Or found?

Or lost to be found? Digging your nails

Deep into your chest,

Do you tear yourself asunder?

Bloody clumps of muscles,

Pieces of lungs,

Throbbing mutilated heart...

Did you exorcise the ghosts?

Smothering an ageless scream

With the groan of a wounded animal?

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Tribhawan Kaul was born on 01-01-1946

in J&K State. His first book ‘Nanhe Muno Ke

Rupak’ was published at the age of 13 years.

Having keen interest in writing poetry and short-

stories, he took to serious writing in both English

and Hindi after his retirement. His published

works in hindi include besides, ‘Nanhe Munno Ke

Rupak’( a book for children), two anthologies of

hindi poems, ‘Sab Rang’ (2010) and ‘ Mann Ki

Tarang’ (2012). His English poems

are appreciated both by foreign and Indian poets

on various poetic sites and have been selected for

publication in various books/anthologies viz How

to prevent rape & molestation (book), Inklinks,

Bhelpuri, women’s Muse etc. Publication of an

anthology of his poems titled ‘ Children of Lost

God’ is under consideration.

Tribhawan Kaul

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Don’t Kill Me

Kill me not, Pa

poison me not, Ma

strangle me not, brother

I am one of your own

let some mercy be shown

your blood runs into my veins

let you not bind me in chains

give my wishes some space

let me live also with honour

and grace.

Desires have wings

so have mine

what if I love someone?

how is that a crime ?

made my choice

want you to hear my voice

my heart beats for him

why have I to pay the price?

Heart overrules the mind

society has never been kind

different caste, religion and state

have to write my own fate

Why torture me?

Why shatter my dreams?

Why you shame and fail your own?

You are not urbane, to me it

seems.

You blood thirsty savages

you traditional sticklers

Oh you perpetrators of heinous crime

Your preaching and actions do not rhyme.

Shame on you Goddess worshiper

Girls may refuse to take birth

Eve was created by HIM for love

HE now also thinks was it at all worth.

Kill me not Pa or poison me not Ma

strangle me not brother.

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Herojit Philem alias Hero was born to Philem Nanda

Singh and Philem Sarojini Chanu, on 10th Nov.1995. In

Manipur, a state in North Eastern India. He started writing

poetry from the age of 14 been inspired by loneliness. At

present he writes in The Sangai Express, a daily paper in

Manipur

Herojit Philem

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Two Roads to Home

There are two roads

For me to go home

One is narrow and lengthy

With many pits and khuds

Chances of falling is high.

On this path,

I'll suffer much pains.

Every pain will give me courage

To walk, to go ahead.

Even though I fall

I can stand and walk

With respect.

For, it takes me

To front door of my house

Where my family waits

With smiles.

The other route

Is wide and short

Flowers of pleasure blossom

On either sides

Enjoying the nectar,

I may walk

But, if I slip

I can never stand and talk.

Because, it enters the wide door

Where my father waits

With anger to lecture.

Oops! Two roads to go home

I have to decide

On which I must go-

Whether to see my family happy

Or listen my father's lecture.

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Rosemary (ruth) Daguio is just 20. Still in

college. She had started to write since she was in

elementary. She is very emotional...that's what they

see (and it's true ) .She is proud to be a DAGUIO, and

even more proud about her grandfather, Amador T.

Daguio, who was the famous writer, The Wedding

dance.

Rosemary

Daugio

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My Amnesia Girl

the past... the memories.. all gone

with the blink of her eyes.. I can see nothing but darkness...

darkness.. it's all there..

why.. how could it be..

everything that has been built..

framed with laughter and tears..

they.. all disappeared..

too hard...too hard to bear..

so many days.. years that's been together..

warmth on my arms..

it's gone..

now...just an innocent love whose trying to put things together..

hoping for any strings..

images of the past...

that has been blurred.. faded.. and buried itself.. deeper than the deepest ocean..

and I...nothing but an old friend.. that's what it should be..

don't try to meddle..

just passed through the hurdle..

and see what's next..

I have no choice but to let it be..

time should come.. it will..

on any other way.. these would be all right...

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The poet is currently working as a Scientist in a

government organization at Bangalore. He has been

penning down poems both in English and Hindi

since his college days. A few of his english poems have

been published in recently launched national poetry

anthology Inklinks alongside some literary revered

names. He soon aspires to bring out his hindi poetry

collection (along with his friends) and to write an

adventure fiction novel in the coming time. He is

reachable at hi FB fanpage -->

https://www.facebook.com/VPS.hitaishi

Vikas Pratap

Singh

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Lady of My Dreams

Blissful face, and eyes dreamy

blessed nature, tresses dispersed

a single view of yours for me

is a vista of whole universe

Gracious grin and divine smile

charming tone of seductive voice

your walk stretches heaven's guile

not-being-in-your-awe ain't a choice

In your shadow, my spirit gleams

takes over me an aura smothered

if you ain't here, lady of my dreams!

living a lie, I don't bother

Your existence solely in thoughts even

maketh my day glimmer;

to meet you on earth or in heaven

awaiting that moment for ever

-Vikas Pratap Singh

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Dar Mudasir Rahman from Kashmir, India

Dar Mudasir

Rahman

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Loss

Loss- it seems is the worst kind of sorrow

Loss of dreams, the dreams of tomorrow

Loss of the moments you two should have shared

Loss of opportunities to show her you cared

Loss of the memories you both could have created

Loss of the romance once intense as you dated

Loss of a kiss, caress, or embrace

Loss of that special feeling no one else can replace

Loss of a look, the twinkle in her eye

Loss of the touch as you pass each other by

Loss of a future, from a past of regret

Loss of a last chance, how many do you get

Loss of a promise you never meant to break

Loss of two hearts that forever will ache

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Anuj Tikku is a bollywood actor and also a poet

Anuj Tikku

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Hope When all is lost there is still hope

Hope that things lost can be taken

Deeds done can be forsaken

The hope that all is not gone in vain

There is still a lot to gain

Lost gain to be won back

As I wander into a new track

Hope the deed Solitude,

maturity and many songs for me toss of today

Will pay me returns some other day

Hope for a quite dawn

Like the flight of the white swan

Hope that I would reach into my inner core

ask for creativity, forgiveness, love, trust and much more

Hope to hear my true voice soon

And launch me up towards the moon

To take me up to wonderland

Where I can play my merry band

Hope that that change will bring

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Eric Shelman, was a hater of all forms of poetry until he

met one of his first literary masters named Philip

Mcdonald while serving in the U.S. A. Navy and who

thoroughly convinced him to change his ways. So he

began writing forms such as acrostics, double acrostics,

and many others.

Eric Shelman

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The Sun

Mourning-raises and evening-out Set

Exploding and uniting vapors are my everlasting fodder

Orientating the sphere of existence around me

Golden locks beard my youthful face

Stolen I am, but gained, lost, and redistributed throughout the

cycle

A vital ingredient for games of production, reproduction, and

sustenance am I

A creator for, a destroyer of and a sustainer-of-all, am I

My kisses are randomly discharged into the vastness

Infinite amounts of livelihood is what offers I

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She's an author, poet and a minister of the gospel of

Christ. She's born again and Holy Spirit filled. The first

born child of her parent, she's a nigerian from delta state.

An urhobo by tribe.

Sakpere Light

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The Passion of Christ

Bread to break

Cup to take

Jesus wants us

To keep His memory alive

Thus, As we break the bread

And take the Cup

We affectionately

Relive the Passion of the Christ!

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Born in Wisconsin, David Tuttle spent most of his

adolescence moving around east Texas. In high school

his parents moved away

David Tuttle

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Detritus

you held my head in your hands

like a burnt book

picking out whatever phrases

and disconnected lines

you could, from the blackness

you held me close

like the ash of a burnt home

our breaths began to rhyme

and eventually

you breathed me in

I watched, quiet, like smoke when you were sleeping

I held on to you

clogged your lungs with all my strength

and you became so full of me

laid my name out on your coarsened tongue

and I bathed in you like sunlight

the words stopped meaning anything

it was just noise, clicking, penlines

and

You held my head in your hands

like a burnt book.

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Melody Pierson is a songwriter, poet, musician and a

student of literature, fine arts and metal-smithing.

She has worked extensively in the area of media in front

and in back of the microphone as host, news caster,

researcher, and news editor.

Her first of love, songwriter, has won her numerous

award, including the Canadian Genie for Best Song for a

Film. "Les Plouffes" co-written with Stephanne Venne.

Her music collaborations feature artists such as Award

Winning Clair Marlo, Leslie Pearl and is known as the

"song doctor" on the West Coast.

Melody Pierson

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The aroma comes first.

A wave of an indeterminable smell

lures you

Bringing you in, to the gaze

of his eyes

The smell of his neck under the sun

is with him

seemingly only for your pleasure.

Each step brings you closer

To him

Your breath is his desire

He defies your senses

And looks into you

The need to blend

Inhale

Deeper this one time,

it is a scent only

meant for you.

and him,

Should you come apart.

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Chicory Poetry grew up in the isolated coal mining

mountains of Virginia and began writing poetry & short

stories at the age of nine

The evolution of the iPhone camera allows Chicory to

merge captured images to give further strength to his

creations

Previous publishing venues include .. Casa Italian .. The

Connection ... Unity Magazine

Remembrance - whether real or imagined ... is a

reoccurring theme in his poetry

Chicory Poetry

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Another Country

Do you know the difference

Or

Is there a difference

Between raging desperation

And

The mere lingering fragrance of

Melancholy

This evening the drawbridge is lowered

Then

Tonight I will see you in another country

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S.V.Janani from Cuddalore, Tamil Nadu, India is doing UG

degree (English Literature) in Krishnasamy college of

science, arts and management for women, Cuddalore. As

a student of Literature, she loves poetries and poems.

Her passion on Literature made her to write poems.

She blogs at WWW.JANESARA.BLOGSPOT.IN.

S.V.Janani

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PAST,PRESENT AND FUTURE

An Angel gifts

a magical wings to me,

which takes me

to the past in present,

My past

is full of passion

and poison,

I came across

want and haunt,

I came across

flight and plight,

I came across

twist and worst,

It's namby- pamby.

I depart from past,

everything manifest

before me,

I stumble and feel

humble,

to look back my past........

In hurly-burly

present,

my blithe

mind,

wanders everywhere,

mystifies my life,

I fly with my

magical wings and

swing in sky......

to foresee my

vociferous and

victorious

future,

Almighty

take away

falsity and present

a pretty life to live

with indemnity....!!!!!!

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.

Prof.Ganapathy

Subramanian

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Portrait of a Lady

She is so slim that slimness shrugged its

Shoulders and felt shy.

She is so delicate that very delicacy

Decidedly uneasy

Took a day off defeated, defied.

She is so charming

That very charm chose to chide

Itself as Chimera

She is so subtle that subtlety itself

Submitted, surrendered.

She is so elegant that very elegance,

Edge out, enervated,

Elected to stay out of the race.

She is so intelligent that

Very intelligence

In an inebriated mood felt inept.

She is so soft-spoken that she

Stole the show over

Very softness.

She is so serene that serenity

Sedately sauntered out.

She is so sensible that

Very sensibility stood staring

She is so refined that

Very refinement relinquished

Its throne, resigned itself to rest.

She is so fair that fairness fared

Far from its Fame.

She is so fascinating that fascination

Felt finicky and forlorn.

She is so sweet that sweetness

Surreptitiously slide away.

She is so attractive that very

Attractiveness abjured its abode.

She is so beautiful that beauty

Beat a retreat, beaten

and battered.

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A poet and teacher,Sangnam Nam was born in

South Korea and attended Kyunghee University,

University of Northern Colorado and briefly State

University of New York at Albany. Her first poem was

written when she was 15 a long prose poem but she

didn't know she was a poet until she went to America

and had encounters with poets on the road.Her poem

was first published when she was 8 in her second-grade

year though.Sangnam Nam taught at

Rangeview High Shchool in Aurora, Colorado, Lynn

Middle School and Sunrise Elementary School in Las

Cruces,New Mexico, USA and recently at Catholic Sangji

College in Andong, South Korea

Sangnam Nam's Published Books:

Firefly (2009)

Voices for Peace (2012)

ISBN9781300391944

Translated by,

Sangnam

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Confession참회록 -

파란 녹이 낀 구리 거울 속에

내 얼굴이 남아 있는 것은

어느 왕조(王朝) 의 유물(遺物) 이기에

이다지도 욕될까.

O what shame it is

to see my face still intact

in this rusted-green bronze mirror

What dynasty's heritage this is,

I wonder!

나는 나의 참회(懺悔) 의 글을 한 줄에 줄이자.

― 만 이십 사년(滿 二十 四年일 개월(一個月) 을

무슨 기쁨을 바라 살아 왔던가.

Let me sum up this record of my confession

-24 years and one month of my life

for what joy have I lived?

내일이나 모레나 그 어느 즐거운 날에

나는 또 한 줄의 참회록(懺悔錄) 을 써야 한다.

― 그때 그 젊은 나이에

왜 그런 부끄런 고백을 했던가.

Tomorrow or the day after one of these days

I might have to write another line of confession...

Why did I have to write such a shameful confession

at that young age?

밤이면 밤마다 나의 거울을

손바닥으로 발바닥으로 닦아 보자.

Let me wipe the mirror night after night

with my palm and sole.

그러면 어느 운석(隕石) 밑으로 홀로 걸어가는

슬픈 사람의 뒷모양이

거울 속에 나타나온다.

Then I see a lone sad figure

walking alone under a meteorite

in this mirror

< 시집, ‘하늘과 바람과 별과 시' (1948)

- Yun Dong-Ju (1917-1945)