Close of day
From the spot
Where it is your
way home
You start
spilling flowers
From your hair
You watch
around
Shy and anxious
Is anybody on
the wayside
Looking over?
How about these
Flowers unwithered?
How about these
flowers
Unsanctioned into
the house?
Where to abandon
them?
You are undecided
Garbage heaped
on roadsides
No shady corner
To throw off
the flowers
unwelcome at
home
Resting on your
palms
They transform into
eyes of the unknown
and keep scanning
your face
Unfastening the
clutch bag
You put the
flowers in
And secure it
In a room of
your secrets
As you munch on
Each petal of the
undisclosed,
The air is
filled suffocatingly
With the odor
of despair
Refusing to go
away
Translated by
R. Abilash
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