Just a whiff of
indifference or blame,
and she turns into
a vine gasping for breath
Making its leaves quiver
Stretching and tautening,
Her body invokes
every sympathetic eye.
It is not her I fear and respect,
but this fire-vine that she nurtures.
Its scorching leaves had
burnt me black, my home too.
Following the rhythm of her breathing
Everything in her field of vision
Bobbing in, and then out, of the circle
Pleads with her
Until she drops, exhausted.
When she wakes up,
the walls and the roof of this house
blown away by the storm she had raised
will join together
to make it a home once again.
Then, she will smile, saying
It was nothing….
Always I forget to ask:
Why plant and nurture
this vine within you?
and she turns into
a vine gasping for breath
Making its leaves quiver
Stretching and tautening,
Her body invokes
every sympathetic eye.
It is not her I fear and respect,
but this fire-vine that she nurtures.
Its scorching leaves had
burnt me black, my home too.
Following the rhythm of her breathing
Everything in her field of vision
Bobbing in, and then out, of the circle
Pleads with her
Until she drops, exhausted.
When she wakes up,
the walls and the roof of this house
blown away by the storm she had raised
will join together
to make it a home once again.
Then, she will smile, saying
It was nothing….
Always I forget to ask:
Why plant and nurture
this vine within you?
Translation: SUSIE PAZHAVARICAL
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