A loincloth is spread out in the front yard for drying
Men have gone out, women have gone too
A loincloth is out there in the open
The breeze-tip is on and the crow is waiting
The ripened and poked mango is on the ground
In the kitchen the cooker is whistling shrill
Something falling down in the room
Outside cars and trucks are pacing ahead
And people chase the galloping world
The loincloth is outside in the open and not yet dried
Clouds are coming with dark glasses on
The house seems to be locked
Old rain is here to stutter and stammer
The loincloth is getting wet so is the mango
Even the speed is getting wet
But still the woman’s rain is erring in the file
Is she walking or running with that loincloth?
Translated from Malayalam by Ajay Sekher
V R Santhosh is a leading young poet in Malayalam. He has published several volumes of poetry and translation. His mobile: +91 9846979162