Almost every ‘Deepavali’ gets itself
..widowed due to the fuddling of the rain!
Due to the extreme frolic of the rains,
..there is no use of crackers and fireworks!
The realistic tears shed by Narakasura for his sin
..is sprinkled as water-shower on the light festival day!
The city of Chennai submerged in water floods
..languishes to find nobody to adopt and help!
The preparation of snacks and eatables for Deepavali
..had been stopped due to the shutdown of electricity!
Poor family members! They got vexed by repeatedly
..calling the attendants in the office of the electricity!
The shop owners of crackers blabber
..and lament as their capital investment
gets lost even if they could sell
..the dampened crackers for half price!
The craze for Ramanan is more during rainy season
..than the Rama who carried the bow to fight in war season!
There is no wonder if the meteorological officer,
- Regional meteorological centre -
who appears in the television and informs
..the weather forecast gets the Oscar Award!
But still, there is no wonder if he gets annoyed
..when the nature behaves variably to his reports!
The streets are devoid of people
..who keep themselves restrained inside their houses!
The school children are in grief
..that they are unable to fire the crackers!
The traders are lamenting that they are unable
..to sell the heaps of articles they bought in bulks!
The poor government employees and workers
..who gets into the curse and angry of the public!
The experienced officials get into the displeasure
..of the politicians and the commands of the ruling party!
Thus, the winter storm passed off the sea shore
..after ‘dissolving tamarind in everybody’s stomach’!
Note:
dissolving tamarind in everybody’s stomach – causing panic
போதை - fuddle
ஆட்டம் - frolic
S.R.Ramanan, Regional Meteorological Director, Chennai
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I feel greately honoured that a great person like Dr.V.K.Kanniappan had appreciated and translated my poetry in English. I am deeply moved and I sincerely thank him for that. I am happy to see my poetry in a different language. Thank you sir for giving my poem a differnt flavour. I loved your great job.
Dear Manimaran, Thanks for your comments with open mind and heart!