Verandah
Verandah
I am not as fond of the verandah
As my mother is
She leaves the door unlocked
Lest the verandah
Feel left out, cold and lonely.
In the morning
As she hastily opens the door
The verandah sits waiting
With the milk packet, the newspaper
Or the new born kittens of the night before
In its lap.
Mother rubs mirror-clean
The verandah
With the softest velvet cloth.
In the heat of the noon,
She sleeps pressing close to its belly.
Perhaps the verandah
Creeps in to the kitchen
Quietly through open doors
When alone.
During nights of genie dreams
Could the verandah
Lead my home-bound mother out
By stone steps?
(Translated From Malayalam by Zahira Rahman)
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