Days Of The Week Poem by Koyamparambath Satchidanandan

Sunday comes
flying like lightning
opening the golden doors of heaven
on the wings of sunbeams.
*
Monday rises
from hell's kitchen
with the pungent odour of
the smoke from charred pot of milk
*
Tuesday crawls in
bleeding, from its
dark hole on earth,
its hood beaten and crushed
*
Wednesday swims in
from the coral reefs of
the ocean bed, with its
long tail, sharp teeth and black scales
*
Thursday walks in,
silence frozen on its hairs,
with the quiet steps of the snowman
from the icy cave in the mountains
*
Friday staggers in,
a shivering hunchback,
his beard grey and hair matted,
carrying a knapsack of failed revolutions
*
Saturday arrives
riding a coffin, raising
her head and screaming
in a witch's dark mantle
*
Sunday retreats, closing behind him
the heaven's door, to retire
to his dim disheveled little room
to write a poem
on the days of the week.


2012
(Translated from Malayalam by the poet)