The Birds
MK Harikumar
Translation : Sujatha Sasindran
It was a rainy season,
We met for the first time.
I remember, we were walking
Through the drizzle,
Holding an umbrella.
The trees,
With its vigorous flowers,
Illuminated the valleys.
Everything has changed,
With the changing Seasons,
And now we are wearied,
By the flux of time.
A strangeness can be seen everywhere,
In the village streets, shops,
And the paths along the temple,
Or the buses to the city.
No faces of acquaintance,
Nobody even pays a look,
And offer a smile with a heart.
Even the Sunshine has
Lost its name,
And also its origin.
The wind has already -
Forgotten the old doors.
We are mere poetic images,
Mere birds, destined to fly
In the opposite directions
From the same tree.
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