Love, love, love

Where the farmers, plowmen and tillersWork it there,The golden sheaves of wheatGlistening into the fields,The fishers at the netsFishing,The boatmen at the helmFerrying with a rudderA poet of Kerala,The coconut trees of itWith the sea scapes,lakes and water bodies,A poet from Kerala,A Dravidian,A Malyali manK.Satchidanandan.

Slang and expression,Rhythm of speech,American wayFull of AmericanismsAnd Americanness.

Hanging near the near.A small earthenware urnWith the ashesAnd the unburnt navel of hers,But covered with clay,I found it hangingNear my gate,My last hope of getting solace from,But it too remained it not for a long time.The asthi-kalasha of my fatherLay it hanging from the stem of the old peepul treeStanding on the river-bankOf my…

SheTurning oneWith the flowers and weeds,Feeling joy and the bounty of natureBy being in the midst of,Sometimes by the flowers,Sometimes by the streams,Sometimes on the rocksBeneath the mountains.

And vanishingIn the darkWith theBurning-burningEyesGlowingAnd burningIn the darkAnd vanishingInto the lanesAfterjumping fromThe muddy hamlet homeSecond floor.

The Zonal Committee Secretary,The District Committee Secretary,The Sate-level CommitteeAnd the Politburo membersOf the Central CommitteeAll in connivance and cognizanceWalking hand-in-hand and gloveWith the cheroots on the lipsAnd smokingAnd going,Eating, drinking and partying together with,Taking meat, rice and vodkaAnd reading the People’s PaperAnd going to the Party OfficeTo read and start life afreshWith a reading of…