Granny Poem by Koyamparambath Satchidanandan

Granny



My granny was insane.
As her madness ripened into death,
my uncle, a miser,
kept her in our store room
wrapped in straw.

My granny dried up, burst;
her seeds flew out of the window.
The sun came, and the rain,
one seedling grew up into a tree,
whose lusts bore me.

Can I help writing poems
About monkeys with teeth of gold?

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
(Translated from the Malayalm by the poet)
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Unnikrishnan E S 29 April 2018

Very poignant write. Allegorical, as you can see. Yes, Life is such a mad rush!

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Koyamparambath Satchidanandan

Koyamparambath Satchidanandan

Pulloot, Thrissur district, Kerala, India
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