Pecking and pecking the wood…
Resonant are the forests sleeping within
The shivering of little plumes forgotten by birds
In winter is also heard
Contracted and fragmented words in search of rain
Could be seen in real shape just underneath the bark
Does the sun shine, is the mountain in fire
Or the trees burning… ?
Pecking and pecking the wood when long beaks get inside
A few beats are caught, a few pants and throbs
Holds on to the tree along with the riddle
of a forest that is still temperate though charred within.
Translated from Malayalam by Ajay Sekher
Bijoy Chandran is a young poet in Malayalam living and editing the parallel magazine Thorcha from Muvatupuzha. This poem is from his latest anthology Nilappana (2010). He can be reached at: +91 9947132322, editorthorcha[at]yahoo.com