Daughter Poem by Koyamparambath Satchidanandan

Daughter



(To Sabitha,suffering from Multiple Sclerosis)

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 )

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Unnikrishnan E S 27 November 2018

One of those hauntingly truthful poems of the great poet.

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Bijay Kant Dubey 24 October 2018

The poem touches us and is pathetic as per the truth bracketed, keeping us speechless and commentless.

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Koyamparambath Satchidanandan

Koyamparambath Satchidanandan

Pulloot, Thrissur district, Kerala, India
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