The only leaf of the lone tree falls
Not even a tiny piece of land below
It's falling.
...
Forgetting is a little bird,
fluttering its wings.
The peacock feather
it has fetched
...
In how many ways
can we understand
the female tongue?
Not, certainly, as beads of vivacity -
...
I don't see why I should
read or write
These days
there are termites all over my moon
...
Before it could swing back
after having moved
from left to right
a hundred raindrops
...
The Difference
The difference between a
great love
and small loves
is
falling off a
cliff
and falling out of (a few)
conversations.
(a poem in Tamil, translated by Jennifer Sieck)