GRANNY, A POEM

GRANNY

K.SATCHIDANANDAN

My granny was insane.
As her madness ripened into death,
my uncle, a miser,
kept her in our store room
wrapped in straw.

My granny dried up, burst;
her seeds flew out of the window.
The sun came, and the rain,
one seedling grew up into a tree,
whose lusts bore me.

Can I help writing poems
About monkeys with teeth of gold?

(Translated from the Malayalm by the poet )