Tradition has fallen
Meeting me with horning meat
Prime in the witchy dawn
Outside the porch on my kolam-space
Disgusting me much
to consider my kolam, address elsewhere
Hoping to be peaceful
While my heart still likes to stay
To watch a man every morning
Singing softly to his soul
An idealistic song of M.G.R
An apotheosis of heroism
But with holy-ash conspicuously on forehead
With a sequel of two lady-walkers
Crooning 'Shashtikavacham'
Blissful yet blissful not
As once the Lord at Swamimalai
When blessed me
Amid a thronging wedding crowd
Which blessedly spat betel-red
In the precincts of the temple
While the children wetted and fretted
over there to my increased agony
Which has not calmed down yet
As the flower-girl is still illoyal
Rating high for every flower-count
To the Goddess in the nearby temple
Where the auto-rickshaw drops me
Intending to hurt me much
Not taking me back home
Unexpectedly fleeing and not waiting
Very often to unlock my home
In sunless, powerless night
Fearing to be stabbed, strangled
Chain-snatched, robbed
To be bundled in cold-sweat
Followed by
Others' frequent sickening advice
'Don't look down low on '
Or 'don't step out old lady'
an indian soceity very well depicted...flower girl..autos...powercuts...very well said mam please read my ''a life taken by many - karna' 'an aspect of you' 'a baby's chat' 'as fighter and fought - lord krishna'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Tradition has fallen Meeting me with horning meat Prime in the witchy dawn Outside the porch on my kolam-space....lovely expression! A beautiful poem! Thanks dear madam for sharing! (10) . Stay always blessed and enriched!