achuthan vatakketath ravi
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The Mirror, The Mud Around The Axis, The Melancholy
have you seen me my bosom friends?
how long i have been searching myself!
now, like a sad epigram, it's clear
i am not found out yet by myself.
the mirrors stuck on the huge pillars
have now been gone to sand spreads
ashamed of the faces they remembered,
for the ages that sought the great sleep.
with the great hope of a serene culture,
as in the past they, the children, bore;
but the shores have been covered by the mud;
like the nun's headdress flowing down, round
the face onto the shoulders, a veil of secrecy;
the kids had grown up ...