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Was crossing the road It is not like crossing anything else A Trailer Might partition into pieces Or a Hummer, In a second, make one a nonentity Or a tin can of a vehicle Take away your hand or leg. Even if your last wish, In case you have to die in an automobile crash, Is that it should be the red lancer car you are very fond of, Which court will listen? On the other side of the road, there is a neem tree Its dark green leaves are visible. No, cannot see the bitterness, But it is possible it is. I have to cross the road. Then I have to stand a bit under the green on the other side Those birds have to run away (no, not fly!) And come back just the way they went. What then? It is, after all, the road that was crossed, Which is something! While crossing the road, came a Trailer Whose driver was a Tamilian A Hummer came, In which there was a father, his friend, Mother and two kids The kid was singing loudly The friend was thinking about his girl friend A rickety old tin can of a vehicle too came It was full of wine bottles For the next century What then? Trailer was divided into many pieces Hummer made one a nonentity in a second The old vehicle took away two hands, one leg, and two ears. Now the one who looks this way from the other side: Is it the one who reached the other side, Or the one who was standing here, Or the one who crossed the road, Or the one who has to return?
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Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 8:20 AM UTC
The crossing
Was crossing the road It is not like crossing anything else A Trailer Might partition into pieces Or a Hummer, In a second, make one a nonentity Or a tin can of a vehicle Take away your hand or leg. Even if your last wish, In case you have to die in an automobile crash, Is that it should be the red lancer car you are very fond of, Which court will listen? On the other side of the road, there is a neem tree Its dark green leaves are visible. No, cannot see the bitterness, But it is possible it is. I have to cross the road. Then I have to stand a bit under the green on the other side Those birds have to run away (no, not fly!) And come back just the way they went. What then? It is, after all, the road that was crossed, Which is something! While crossing the road, came a Trailer Whose driver was a Tamilian A Hummer came, In which there was a father, his friend, Mother and two kids The kid was singing loudly The friend was thinking about his girl friend A rickety old tin can of a vehicle too came It was full of wine bottles For the next century What then? Trailer was divided into many pieces Hummer made one a nonentity in a second The old vehicle took away two hands, one leg, and two ears. Now the one who looks this way from the other side: Is it the one who reached the other side, Or the one who was standing here, Or the one who crossed the road, Or the one who has to return?
Translation : Anitha Varma
kuzhur
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kuzhur
41/M/Indian
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 8:20 AM UTC
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