Poems by S. Vaidheeswaran

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The City Walls

The city walls lie
Inert as snakes.

The poster skins
Often expand and turn brittle.
The walls, still and erect,
Citified snakes that they are,
Peel off their skins hastily
At dead of night,
And stir themselves about, glittering,
In their fresh coat of scales.

( Translated by R. Parthasarathy )


 

Bond

A fly in the air
In the throes of hunger
Settled itself
Ona morsel of cooked rice
with her legs
joyfully burrowing it.
Sure it knew
A human hand was raised
to strike it
yet she held on
to the morsel
in her death.

( Translated by the author )