the city

An aluminum plate she carries, darkness brimming over its worn edges in

The streets of this city

Winding as the  vines  of a ridge gourd in a forlorn steel fence..

He pushes her into a dilapidated altar

And follows, lustful and cruel..

In that late night ,

When she came out

Eyes red and teary,

Soul broken and let down …

That sublime moment’

 this city should have burnt down

On its own…

But,

By the omnipotent god’s grace,

As it had been everyother night,

The streets were drenched in the lights

Of sodium vapours

- harikrishna

 

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Another excellent piece of work. Well done.

[vivekanand]

thank u paul..harikrishna will be pleased

[paul]

very beautiful

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. moving beyond measure, dear V. ... very hard hitting ... and a true reflection of our society ... brilliantly translated ... instantly, i have a wish to read the original ... i so wish i knew tamil ... such is the power of this piece ... exquisite poetry ...