And yet, I too suffer at the thought of your separation Looking at you lie here pitiably Aren't we the same, aren't we brothers? Oh flower, didn't the very same hands create all of us? Return now, my eyes, scorching and fading, turning into sand dust, this flower obliterates today, Think of it, this predicament …
Category: Poetry
Life-size Raindrop
Poet Manushyaputhiran’s “Aaluyara Mazhaiththuli” (ஆளுயர மழைத்துளி), translated. Tiny and huge,raindrops, galore. A life-size raindropwalkson the rainy road. Walking besidethousands and thousandsof raindropsavoiding getting drenched,holding the haft of the cloth,it scurries pastbeneath a little umbrella. Even youmust be going behindone of those life-size raindropsknowing well thatit will meltthe momentyou set your eyes. Yet,in the moment preceding,you surrender your …
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