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Our house was a 12 year old Lancer car Sitting in its congested patio, Beheld the sky That sky spilled over the sky Stars squirmed and threatened to jump down immediately We were like the children beneath the mango tree who do not rush to school Even after the last bell The wind may blow any moment Our house was a 12 year old Lancer car Descried the sea Sitting inside its smoke-filled, odorous kitchen That sea overflowed the sea The fish swimming along in the deep asked, “coming?” We were Like the fisherman waiting for the snakehead murrel Though it is noon and he is hungry The sea fish do not know The grooves of tears and the little waterway Rainclouds can arrive anytime Our house was a 12 year old Lancer car Saw the woods sitting near its un-curtained window Those woods got darker than woods Trees pretending to cavil for my being late Moonlight clear and fuzzy amongst boughs Us, like fireflies watching ripened paddy stalks There are wounds that are hidden A lightning can strike any moment Our house was a 12 year old Lancer car Sitting in its spaces coarse otherwise We quenched each other’s thirst and hunger Argued Prayed Perused the holy book Often, while no one watched, We fed the dolls Sung them lullabies On these occasions, I went out pretending that I wanted a smoke Thereupon, between us Sky sea woods.
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Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 10:02 AM UTC
12 year old sky sea woods
Our house was a 12 year old Lancer car Sitting in its congested patio, Beheld the sky That sky spilled over the sky Stars squirmed and threatened to jump down immediately We were like the children beneath the mango tree who do not rush to school Even after the last bell The wind may blow any moment Our house was a 12 year old Lancer car Descried the sea Sitting inside its smoke-filled, odorous kitchen That sea overflowed the sea The fish swimming along in the deep asked, “coming?” We were Like the fisherman waiting for the snakehead murrel Though it is noon and he is hungry The sea fish do not know The grooves of tears and the little waterway Rainclouds can arrive anytime Our house was a 12 year old Lancer car Saw the woods sitting near its un-curtained window Those woods got darker than woods Trees pretending to cavil for my being late Moonlight clear and fuzzy amongst boughs Us, like fireflies watching ripened paddy stalks There are wounds that are hidden A lightning can strike any moment Our house was a 12 year old Lancer car Sitting in its spaces coarse otherwise We quenched each other’s thirst and hunger Argued Prayed Perused the holy book Often, while no one watched, We fed the dolls Sung them lullabies On these occasions, I went out pretending that I wanted a smoke Thereupon, between us Sky sea woods.
Translation : Anitha Varma
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kuzhur
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kuzhur
41/M/Indian
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 10:02 AM UTC
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