This, Too, Is That Poem by Perundevi Perundevi
This, Too, Is That
Forgetting is a little bird,
fluttering its wings.
The peacock feather
it has fetched
was never lost
by anyone.
Forgetting is a fine cosmetic.
Beneath the eyes
(of handsome men)
you won't find
rings
of suffering
Forgetting is the room within a room.
It blooms
without reason, bearing
a very brief
lifespan (within) .
Forgetting is another name.
(in Tamil, translated by N. Kalyan Raman)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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