He doesn't know me
Neither do I know him
There's a lake between us
Full of fish
The fish does not belong to him
Neither are they mine
That these fishes belong
to neither him nor me
is a link that connects us
A sky lies fallen in the lake
and through the slopes
of cloud I see
the fishes slink away.
The clouds fallen, still
show movement when nudged
by the fish
Could there be fish
unafraid of birds? Look
at that sky in the lake
Would he be seeing this,
I began to think
and whether he will read my thoughts
I could not imagine
what he saw in the lake, and
there was not enough time
Let him think whatever he likes
There's a cigarette in his hand
The fact that there's one in mine
is another link that connects us
I think the smoke from my cigarette
and the clouds are friends
That's why I mourn the clouds
floating bloated in the lake.
Reading the face you know
His thoughts are unlike
There's no sadness in him
He might be smoking
out of boredom
He's darker than me
That too is a link, but
he doesn't know that I'm white
and that my blackness is an act
He too might have been white
and would have gathered soot
after being left by a mother
who lost all his memories
Can't be, he's black
The lake of clouds
where sky lies fallen
My curls of smoke
in the company of clouds
A me, unblack
Mar 27, 2021
Mar 27, 2021 at 11:21 AM UTC
He doesn't know me
Neither do I know him
There's a lake between us
Full of fish
The fish does not belong to him
Neither are they mine
That these fishes belong
to neither him nor me
is a link that connects us
A sky lies fallen in the lake
and through the slopes
of cloud I see
the fishes slink away.
The clouds fallen, still
show movement when nudged
by the fish
Could there be fish
unafraid of birds? Look
at that sky in the lake
Would he be seeing this,
I began to think
and whether he will read my thoughts
I could not imagine
what he saw in the lake, and
there was not enough time
Let him think whatever he likes
There's a cigarette in his hand
The fact that there's one in mine
is another link that connects us
I think the smoke from my cigarette
and the clouds are friends
That's why I mourn the clouds
floating bloated in the lake.
Reading the face you know
His thoughts are unlike
There's no sadness in him
He might be smoking
out of boredom
He's darker than me
That too is a link, but
he doesn't know that I'm white
and that my blackness is an act
He too might have been white
and would have gathered soot
after being left by a mother
who lost all his memories
Can't be, he's black
The lake of clouds
where sky lies fallen
My curls of smoke
in the company of clouds
A me, unblack
Translated by Binu Karunakaran
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