Poem
Manushya Puthiran
Touch
The cloth cover of the chairon which you sit
remains uncreased
after your departure.
Not a drop of water is spilt
after you quench your thirst.
Not a single leaf of this flowerless shrub
is disturbed by your visit.
In this mutedly lit room
between your coming and going
nothing has moved
nothing out of place.
Still
from somewhere there has descended
a great sadness.
© Translation: 2004, C.S. Lakshmi and Arundhathi Subramaniam
TOUCH
© 2001, Manushya Puthiran
From: Neeralanathu
Publisher: Kalachuvadu Pathippagam, Nagercoil
From: Neeralanathu
Publisher: Kalachuvadu Pathippagam, Nagercoil
Poems
Poems of Manushya Puthiran
Close
Touch
The cloth cover of the chairon which you sit
remains uncreased
after your departure.
Not a drop of water is spilt
after you quench your thirst.
Not a single leaf of this flowerless shrub
is disturbed by your visit.
In this mutedly lit room
between your coming and going
nothing has moved
nothing out of place.
Still
from somewhere there has descended
a great sadness.
© 2004, C.S. Lakshmi and Arundhathi Subramaniam
From: Neeralanathu
From: Neeralanathu
Touch
The cloth cover of the chairon which you sit
remains uncreased
after your departure.
Not a drop of water is spilt
after you quench your thirst.
Not a single leaf of this flowerless shrub
is disturbed by your visit.
In this mutedly lit room
between your coming and going
nothing has moved
nothing out of place.
Still
from somewhere there has descended
a great sadness.
© 2004, C.S. Lakshmi and Arundhathi Subramaniam
Sponsors
Partners
LantarenVenster – Verhalenhuis Belvédère