Dinner

Poet: A.Ayyappan

     Translator: P.K.N.Panicker

People

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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