Poetry is the language of silence. Throughout history, most poets were discriminated or stigmatized by NTs and unable to resist NT dominated societies, commited suicide. In our XXI century the pattern of autism has gained dignity, so must poetry too.
Here we can post poems and discuss. If you want a proof or critical review, simply ask me.
Thorns are my language.
I announce my existence
with a bleeding touch.
Once these thorns were flowers.
I loathe lovers who betray.
Poets have abandoned the deserts
to go back to the gardens.
Only camels remain here, and merchants,
who trample my blooms to dust.
One thorn for each rare drop of water.
I don’t tempt butterflies,
no bird sings my praise.
I don’t yield to droughts.
I create another beauty
beyond the moonlight,
this side of dreams,
a sharp, piercing,
parallel language.
- Translated from Malayalam
by the author, Koyamparambath Satchidanandan
Building Bridges: Kerala
02/01/2012
Transverse dot EU
02 Jan 2012, 1:26 am
