(This poem was presented by Paa.Jeyapirakasam at 4th Festival of Literature conducted by Manipur State Kala Akademi at Imphal, Manipur on J...
(This poem was presented by Paa.Jeyapirakasam at 4th Festival of Literature conducted by Manipur State Kala Akademi at Imphal, Manipur on June 6 & 7, 2015)
With wide-opened mouths
The cracks lie waiting in the parched land
To devour man
lock, stock and barrel.
Heat unbearable
underground;
and above the head.
The all exclusive well of ‘I’.
The pump-set lets out water
gushing forth;
Beside the water tank
as a goody little baby-peacock
would lie asleep,
remaining without moisture
My poems.
- Suriyadeepan[The wind that blows on everybody in a society impacts the writer too; it creates tremors in its surroundings as well as inside the person concerned. Yet, the pretense that no such tremor has been sown in his own courtyard; For those who choose to safeguard their life and their literary world as two separate entities.]
Translated into English by Latha Ramakrishnan
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