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Veerankutty Kollanary Poem
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)
Copyright © Veerankutty Kollanary | Year Posted 2015
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Veerankutty Kollanary Poem
Every day I return
With a different sea scape.
In the first one
A bowl of well-ground
Red sandal wood paste
Had dissolved.
When sometimes
I bring the sea back
Profoundly peaceful
Like a child in slumber.
It is too light
At times I carry home
One with echo of the infinite.
I rushed back to the seaside
To return the one I brought home
Yesterday
There was a tiny fish
Caught in it!
Copyright © Veerankutty Kollanary | Year Posted 2015
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Veerankutty Kollanary Poem
Watch the flight of the milk weed fluff,
A very humble effort indeed.
Wingless,
It is disallowed the crossing of borders,
And denied the owndership of the skies.
Yet it flies, carrying the seed
Cradled like an infant.
‘ Under the shade of the tree
It imagines-
Someone will rest tomorrow.’
The milk weed fluff is unaware of these lines.
In the weightlessness
Of its ignorance
It flies.
In the compassion that we show
By not calling it a bird,
It might float a bit more distance.
A humble but valiant effort!
Where it falls,
Unknown to anyone,
A plant might stand
In memorium
Tomorrow.
(Poem written by. Veerankutty, Translated from Malayalam by Ministhy S.)
Copyright © Veerankutty Kollanary | Year Posted 2022
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