AS ( / kerala)


Keep murmuring
about the same things

Fed up
I retreat
rather irritably

After a while
comes back to me,
Gently caresses my face
a touch

A heap of dreams,
A handful of pain or
A few hollow words
surrounded by plastic waste
without making a sound

And.....the rocks
Echo the identical, rumblings.

tr: Thufail Ahmed

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i remember my friend, his boss shouted at him, 'Go to Hell' his boss exclaimed......and my friend went home