translation of poem by sasthrusarman

<<<<<<<(((((((two sculptures)))))))>>>>>>>

in the iron cage

in the courtyard

the idol felt alive

when it barked

in canine delinquency!

in the patio

the aged sculpture,

bent and leaned,

plunged into a plump seat,

seemed alive

when coughed sometimes!

translation of poem by sasthrusarman

<<<<<<<(((((((the woods)))))))>>>>>>>

this woods-

a continuous scream

of a green being

who prayed and prayed and died.

compassion

(((((((tears of the ants))))))))

today
as i launched
the paper-boats,
a folk of ants on board
left their huts
to reach the bank yonder
and dine and drink and stay on
till the monsoon gone
in their home land.

their tears ran in rills,
at the sight of my boat
drowning and drowning
and as sadly knew
the greatest
shipwreck in their lives.

rainsong again

<<<<<<<(((((((rainsong)))))))>>>>>>>

a cool breeze
whispered through my trees.
a floating flock of clouds
whispered in my ear,
'let us downpour.'

one drop,two drops
seeped and seeped out
from my hands
in boundless zeal.
i simply gave a pat
on back of clouds.
soon i heard a thunder shattering
in winning streaks a lightning too.
then i shouted into clouds:
o,monsoon,
come soon!
come soon !
02062009

hearty wishes to those who sleep well

(((((((to those who dream)))))))
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when i spend my sleepless nights

thinking of my lazy dreamers,

comes a sky of their own.

and stars are twinkling

in that shallow blues.

let me sing and sing for

the dreaming creatures:

flinging far off a puzzling day,

night has come to the dreamers.

tracing came a tramping breeze,

laden with a dizzy spell,

creeping into the hearts of them.

before flapping up their wings

into an orbit of their lovely dreams,

let me strewn my joy,

aways on them,always on them.

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this is to the orthodox,who hates to be progressive

16052009

mothers of the world

<<<<<<<((((((((my mother)))))))>>>>>>>

on my way home,
the dark sky
darted drops
and drenched me.

'an umbrella should've served you,'
stormed at me was my own brother.

'you should've waited till it drained,'
chirped my lovely sister.

'get a cold and you will see,'
gales of scolds father flung,
silenced all the thunders so far roared.

amidst the curses and abuses,
i found my mother drying my hair,
drenching me with cursing words:
"stupid rain"

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2009 may tenth international mothers' day
10052009

achu's poem

<<<<<<<)))))))drops(((((((>>>>>>>

in all mansoon
she comes and kisses her mom
and she's all in a trance.
like a pearl out of its shell,
some time she laughs
and on other,she weeps;
but always comes with a smile
and goes and goes down
to come again
like a pearl out of love.
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this poem is composed by one of my students,mr aswin,whom we call achu.i like to publish it in this blog,because he wrote it while he was a tenth standard student.
achuthan.v.r
06052009