Black Sun Poem by AKBAR A M

Translated by Binu Karunakaran
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Rising sun takes
long strides running
into daybreak
skipping the rattan
mat spread on courtyard.

Future dawns are terrific
not ones that have passed,
loudly state the people
as they walk past.

All movements now
have been neatly fenced.
No distances, only intimacies
it chants climbing
atop the new day's shoulder.

Would there be others
beyond the fences?
Would they all have names?

Through the fence
a sapling's head appears
it has no documents,
bounding lines vanish
as tree limbs reach
out to caress. Here
the night lies down
resting its head.

Darkness begins to knead
the black needed for
the next day's sun.