Mulling over a poem,
While awaiting cigarettes
At the grocery,
The one from Kasargod asked
Is your women here?
I got startled for a moment,
Wondering whether he saw
Everyone inside me
O grocery person from Kasargod,
Who labels the many inside a single female by one word,
Leave me there,
You go into my poem….
*In Malabar, in ordinary parlance, they say “women” when they mean one woman.
I confronted this way of speaking more after reaching the Gulf.
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 12:27 AM UTC
Mulling over a poem,
While awaiting cigarettes
At the grocery,
The one from Kasargod asked
Is your women here?
I got startled for a moment,
Wondering whether he saw
Everyone inside me
O grocery person from Kasargod,
Who labels the many inside a single female by one word,
Leave me there,
You go into my poem….
*In Malabar, in ordinary parlance, they say “women” when they mean one woman.
I confronted this way of speaking more after reaching the Gulf.
translation : Anitha Varma
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