Koyamparambath Satchidanandan

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

Poetry Will Come - Poem by Koyamparambath Satchidanandan

We need rice, salt,
chilly, firewood;
we can do without poetry.
Yet poetry will come back
like rice,
the seed of the earth,
boiled and cleaned of husk and bran,
overflowing every measure
every granary and godown;
like salt,
the memory of the sea,
watering our mouths,
burning us with pain
in order to heal our wounds,
nourishing our roots;
like chilly,
the lust of the clay,
turning hot our lips, tongues,
breasts, waists, veins and nerves;
like the firewood,
the bones of the forest,
their marrow melting sizzling
burning slow with tiny flames,
chanting, in a single breath,
rice salt chilly firewood poetry.

(Translated from Malayalam by the poet)

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 28, 2014

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