A POEM BY
S.THILAKAVATHI
Translated into English by Latha Ramakrishnan(*First Draft)
HORSES MORBIDLY MAGICAL
In horses’ run
run many a life.
With entire labour wasted away
any and every asset wrecked
spending reckless
Lives entangled with each other
turn thoroughly mangled
Even illiterate men
avidly leaf through English Dailies
day in and day out
and choose horses and bet.
Wonder what magic powers these horses use
none of them ever turns victorious.
True they are horses illusory.
Devouring all that we have
They enable the bosses to thrive.
Alas, these so-called magical horses
turn an entire family’s gains
into losses.
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