Allow me to live in this wealth from your waste
Trancreated by
P.R.Ramachander
(From a great tamil
poem by Sami Gireesh published in Ananda Vikatan
24th January. Thanks to the author and Journal)
I collected the bits
of wires that men threw away,
The bits of grass
which fell , after goats took breakfast,
And the dry twigs
that the trees showered on earth ,
And built this nest
in which , I set up my family.
I am little worried, that eyes of humans do not fall on this,
Because they may
think it is a waste and destroy it.
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