The Cost of Time - By Yavanika Shriram
Translation by Kaniamudhu shanmugam
The micro costs of time
It is leaving the hand
At those times some buds
Might blossom
A sprouting palm seed
Might have spread its palm
And begged for the world
Due to continuous rain
The blocked gutters
Might have changed its path and speed up
After chanting of mantras
God might go for slumber
In sanctum sanctorum
A novel might have been finished
Being written by a writer
Bombs that take away the lives
Might have been produced
Opulent breasts of an actress
Will be broadcast
While a laborer after suppression of his addictive
Might be hesitating to return home
Empty handed after a day's labor
The world would have come half circle on its axis
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