Poet: A.Ayyappan

     Translator: P.K.N.Panicker


trampling over the blood

of the one who died

in the road accident;

my eyes on the five Rupee Note

slipped out from his pocket.


My wife,

forced separation from me

in spite of me living;

my children,

metaphors for hunger.


I celebrated the dinner

with them.


This night a precious one;

my children slept

relishing the taste of the dinner;

Wife and me

with half filled stomachs.


Last rites of the deceased

might be over;

In my half closed eyes

the crowd that tramples on the blood….;


He who died

leaving the means

to buy gruel for the living.


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