Blurred memories can smile as well.
Seashells washed ashore with rugged teeth
Retain the tumult of the sea by the remembrance coast
I am alone among the trees
And they speak history.
In those days
A breast wrapped in plantain leaf
Soaked with blood was sufficient
To block the gaze of the caste lord
But to screen my gaze today
An eye wrapped in plantain is needed
I don’t want to be blind
I just want to see without paying tax.
It is a continuation
White milk gushing forth
From the eye that does not see
Those who sucked on it became
The spectators and undertakers
From the fading eye flowed saline tears
The eye may see
But those having it may not.
Translated from Malayalam by Ajay Sekher
K K Remakanth is a young poet in Malayalam. His first anthology is titled Nagarathile Mazha (Rain in the City). He may be reached at: firstname.lastname@example.org or +91 9048531634.