I will tell
Surely tell
Wait until Meenakshi teacher arrives
I will surely tell
That you’d pinched me
You had hit me
You’d hidden my umbrella
Your hand had delved into my lunch box
And you picked up and ate the tender mango pickle
I’ll tell everything
That you’d peeped into my math book
And copied my homework
You’d forged my handwriting
You’d spilled violet ink
On the cover page of my science book
You’d inscribed
“I love you” in my palm
You’d scored on my back with the compass
Everything, everything
You’d called me names
Didn't you call me monkey?
I’ll tell that too
You threw the marbles
That my grandpa had bought me
Into the river
I’ll tell that too
You spoiled my new slate
That my brother had got me
That too
You had written in page fifteen
Of my double lined copy book
That Padma teacher isn’t good
I’ll tell that too
Well, nope
Not saying that
What if Meenakshi teacher relishes that
You may end up getting fewer whacks
At any cost I’ll tell
That you’d eaten
Raw mango with salt
In the classroom
Before the teacher came in
You’d written
The film song on the board
For sure I’ll tell that
Just wait and see
Teacher is going to grill you
You’ll cry
You’ll burst into tears
I’ll see that and burst into laughter
When you cry
I’ll drop some ants into your bag
Oh!
Have you already
Started to cry
Now wipe your tears
Hey, come and sit
Here
Next to me.
(If
you give me a kiss
on my cheek,
I won’t
tell anything.
What you refuse to give me that?
You don’t need to give that for free
When I grow up
I’ll return that;
Will give you double
Of what you give
Forgot to ask you something
The birth before the last
You’d borrowed
A 316 kisses
From me
When will you return them?)
I wish
to go to school with you
(Letters from inside My Stomach – A Part )
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 8:07 AM UTC
I will tell
Surely tell
Wait until Meenakshi teacher arrives
I will surely tell
That you’d pinched me
You had hit me
You’d hidden my umbrella
Your hand had delved into my lunch box
And you picked up and ate the tender mango pickle
I’ll tell everything
That you’d peeped into my math book
And copied my homework
You’d forged my handwriting
You’d spilled violet ink
On the cover page of my science book
You’d inscribed
“I love you” in my palm
You’d scored on my back with the compass
Everything, everything
You’d called me names
Didn't you call me monkey?
I’ll tell that too
You threw the marbles
That my grandpa had bought me
Into the river
I’ll tell that too
You spoiled my new slate
That my brother had got me
That too
You had written in page fifteen
Of my double lined copy book
That Padma teacher isn’t good
I’ll tell that too
Well, nope
Not saying that
What if Meenakshi teacher relishes that
You may end up getting fewer whacks
At any cost I’ll tell
That you’d eaten
Raw mango with salt
In the classroom
Before the teacher came in
You’d written
The film song on the board
For sure I’ll tell that
Just wait and see
Teacher is going to grill you
You’ll cry
You’ll burst into tears
I’ll see that and burst into laughter
When you cry
I’ll drop some ants into your bag
Oh!
Have you already
Started to cry
Now wipe your tears
Hey, come and sit
Here
Next to me.
(If
you give me a kiss
on my cheek,
I won’t
tell anything.
What you refuse to give me that?
You don’t need to give that for free
When I grow up
I’ll return that;
Will give you double
Of what you give
Forgot to ask you something
The birth before the last
You’d borrowed
A 316 kisses
From me
When will you return them?)
I wish
to go to school with you
(Letters from inside My Stomach – A Part )
Translation : Rajasree Ramesh
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