#kuzhurpoetrypoetree
The past
Arrives with the fragrance of leaves
The previous life
And
The lives before
I’ve maintained personal relationships
With trees
A tree
Had a hollow
And in the hollow
Was a bird
Who had
A boy friend
I remember
Feeding them
Wheat grains
Once
Why say this now
You wonder?
Had wanted to tell this
To you
All along
But, forgot
A bird
Was squawking endlessly
From a nearby tree
When you had called me
For the first time
Remember?
It was the same bird
Which died
Even after
I fed it
Wheat grains
All my previous lives
I had inquired to the leaves
A thousand times
About that lone bird
Will say tomorrow
Will say tomorrow
The birds
Teased me
Everyday
I was distressed
By that bird’s cries
That had interrupted
Your talk.
Had forgotten
To share that then.
Translation : Shyma . P
Jul 14, 2016
Jul 14, 2016 at 8:32 AM UTC