Now My Brothers Office Room
Posted: 22 Jun 2012, 15:55
Mother’s room, now so empty. The soul
left her body in this room, ten years ago.
Across the compound from the RSS Hindu Dome
a chorus counts ek,do, like they are doing night parade.
Directly outside the window the pagoda
of the Theen Murtis comes eye to eye
with the flowers of pomegranate fruits and henna leaves.
Did my mother call out in the middle of her sleep?
What if she had called and sister-in-law had ignored her cries?
This night I have come to terms with her demise.
In the morning my laziness will surface
and it will just be one more day. What if
I do not collect my abandoned poems?
Trivandrum will be the same for many more years.
Sarojimi amma says my mother looked like a Deva Stree.
Now my two and a half year old niece stares just like her.
Now My Brothers Office Room
Mother’s room, now so empty. The soul
had left her body in this room, ten or so years ago.
Across the compound ,from the RSS Hindu Dome
a chorus counts ek,do, like they are doing night parade.
Directly outside the window the pagoda
of the Theen Murtis comes eye to eye
with the flowers of pomegranate fruits and henna leaves.
Did my mother call out in the middle of her sleep?
What if she had called and sister-in-law had ignored her cries?
This night I have come to terms with her demise.
In the morning my laziness will surface
and it will just be one more day, what if
I do not collect my abandoned poems?
Trivandrum will be the same for many more years,
Sarojimi amma says my mother looked like a Deva Stree
Now my two and a half year old niece takes after her.
The story of my mother lives in this room.
left her body in this room, ten years ago.
Across the compound from the RSS Hindu Dome
a chorus counts ek,do, like they are doing night parade.
Directly outside the window the pagoda
of the Theen Murtis comes eye to eye
with the flowers of pomegranate fruits and henna leaves.
Did my mother call out in the middle of her sleep?
What if she had called and sister-in-law had ignored her cries?
This night I have come to terms with her demise.
In the morning my laziness will surface
and it will just be one more day. What if
I do not collect my abandoned poems?
Trivandrum will be the same for many more years.
Sarojimi amma says my mother looked like a Deva Stree.
Now my two and a half year old niece stares just like her.
Now My Brothers Office Room
Mother’s room, now so empty. The soul
had left her body in this room, ten or so years ago.
Across the compound ,from the RSS Hindu Dome
a chorus counts ek,do, like they are doing night parade.
Directly outside the window the pagoda
of the Theen Murtis comes eye to eye
with the flowers of pomegranate fruits and henna leaves.
Did my mother call out in the middle of her sleep?
What if she had called and sister-in-law had ignored her cries?
This night I have come to terms with her demise.
In the morning my laziness will surface
and it will just be one more day, what if
I do not collect my abandoned poems?
Trivandrum will be the same for many more years,
Sarojimi amma says my mother looked like a Deva Stree
Now my two and a half year old niece takes after her.
The story of my mother lives in this room.