Window
Opens to
a marigold.
Thronged it’s own,
Whispering …
How can I not flower!
As you do,
always for me.
Eyes,
Fluttering …
As
Never
Shut fitted
to any moonlight!
Dimple pits
On
Rose-apple cheeks…
That hide
The lovely kisses
Of a tiny
Leaf warbler!
Oh!
See lips
Locked on
The
Hairy, fragrant violets..
Tickled by the
Dewy sun.
Dribbling
Drops,
Honey!
Now the stamen
Gently shakes open…
Right now,
See …
The cat,
Whom I
Pet by your name,
Moans and fondle
Ma
Legs….
The language of love..
Wide- brimmed …
That’s it.
Padmanabhan Kavumbayi
Translated by Sunitha Ganesh
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