Wednesday, November 5, 2008


(To Sabitha,suffering from Multiple Sclerosis)

K. Satchidanandan

I see my thirty-year old daughter
again as a six-month old.
I bathe her,wash away
the dust and muck
of thirty years.

Now she glistens like
a short Amichai poem
in the liquid glow of Heaven.
The little towel
gets wet with Time.

Beethoven raises his
more than human hands
turning the window-bars
into piano-keys.

My daughter
emerges out of a symphony
to hug me with
her rose-soft hands.

Outside, rain’s bihag :
Kishori Amonkar.

(Translated from the Malayalam by the poet )

1 comment:

Sujit Sivanand - സുജീത് ശിവാനന്ദ്‌ said...

Are the original Malayalam versions of these poems available on the Internet?

Kind regards