The secrets piled up,
the tales aplenty untold _
in the countenance concealed
blended in fire
as darkness embedded in the ocean.
In the wings of a bird that surfaces from
the sea wherein your all merciful smile
dissolved
there seeps a cinder.
Swallowing fire
the black warriors sleep in the air.
With dark clouds melting and dissolving in the soil
the seeds burst.
In the spot which exploding, melted
carrying sulphuric,
popped up a plant
with fire-flowers.
The world writhed and twisted
with your oceanic quiet
filled with the fragrance of smouldering fire.
Your hand waving infinitely
and the ocean-frozen live smile
would prick as thorn
till the very end of this world.
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Poems: Theepachelvan
Translation: Latha Ramakirishnan
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