Koyamparambath Satchidanandan

(28 May 1946 - / Pulloot, Thrissur district, Kerala, India)

Misplaced Objects - Poem by Koyamparambath Satchidanandan

In a flash I recall all the
misplaced objects of my life:
the ten lambent marbles
forgotten under the dry leaves
beneath the mango tree,
the umbrella left behind in Apu's saloon
the day rain failed to turn up,
the pen that dived from the pocket
while climbing the cashewnut tree
on the way back from the village school,
the sky-blue shirt remaining
in a hotel wardrobe in Riga,
the long list of books lent, never returned,
some unredeemed debts, a few unrequited loves.

Forgetfulness alone never forgot me.
As I fell in love I began misplacing my heart,
metaphors as I began to scribble poetry.
Later, looking at the hills, I began to feel
the sky had misplaced them and
the clouds had misplaced the rainbow.

I have recently begun to suspect
this very earth with us on it
has been misplaced by God.
In the order He recalls, He claims back:
woods, rivers, us.
(Translated from the Malayalam by the poet)

Comments about Misplaced Objects by Koyamparambath Satchidanandan

  • (9/18/2014 2:22:00 AM)

    A beautiful poem that exclaims the preciousness of what we leave behind or rather the unforgiving memories of what we leave behind. We remember those the most that we have lost, isn't it? The final thought where the poet philosophizes without lapsing into melancholy-that we are all products perhaps, of an absent and absent-minded god? Gravity, irony all woven into this image-rich poem (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 28, 2014

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