PRADHABA RUDRAN

 A POEM BY

PRADHABA RUDRAN

Translated into English by Latha Ramakrishnan(*First Draft)

PALMLAND PORTRAYALS

The early seasonal rainy wind

coming from the West

in a heated argument with the wild palm-trees.

The Sun is not to be seen

The Palmland images feeling acutely perturbed

Someone in someone

Digits collapse

And the letters too

The visible and invisible

banging against the sentence

The wave gone to the shore _

Will it return as it was

or turn into something else.

Sea’s heart grows apprehensive.

In the dawn wherein

the widowy autumnal trees

have spread their branches

yet more there remains

The ‘Abhinayas’ of the statues’ boobs

The crows caw heard belatedly

The first spark for relocation

is aflame

The needle of the mass scale has never justified

the being of the weighing stones.

The railroads that go on

as two parallel lines

that never entwine

Why is Sun scorching thus

Though the nearby trees

speed past and disappear

the faraway mountains

seen in a sequence

provide succour.