Andal my school friend
elegantly
listens to my arguments
about Gods and Ghosts
as if accepting my arguments
Her skin glows
Next day
just like that
She would have written
a poem in response.
All around
the basketball court
I will fling
my rage.
Her hands
carrying my school bag
Her eyes
running around fervently like a pumpkin creeper
listening to the cawings of
King Crows
Her fingers
draw on my record notebook
while
I
wander around
Like a small red ant
in the five cornered yellow flower.
Like a cuckoo in winter
I hibernate
in the library’s desolation
Having bought
brooms
germ killers
I walk along the main street
in which
rolling in rain water
a pig
approaches
vegetable bag in hand
picking a way
Andal turns
from one or two grey wisps of her hair
come floating
four five
Swans.
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(Translated by Nakul Vāc)
Madhuram 