Love in City

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By K Sachidananadan

Love in city is

a tear drop
fell on red-hot iron,
it leaves only burning
fume in the heart.

Love in city is

a rose flower
thrown from a speeding
vehicle to another,
it gets smashed
between two speeds,
on street only a blood stain
is left.

Love in city is

a pair of sandals
searching for a room,
it gets wasted
on sharp-cornered stones and
only a hole is left in the middle,
stripping of wild memories
the sweetheart vanishes
through it after ordeal.

Love in city is

like sky in the city,
we know that exists,
but we see only walls
wherever look for it.

Love in city is

the last poison-tablet
the prisoner swallows with hope,
he can't know ever
whether it tastes bitter or sweet.

( Original is in Malayalam. Translated by TK Thomas. )


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