Poem: Saroopa
Poem : Saroopa
Translation : Kc Muraleedharan
There is one
who comes up
with a new name for me
each time we meet.
It is enough
to go over these names at times
to know
the nunber of times
we met.
At every call
the love between us
got renewed thus
in ways others do not know.
More than the name
how he called it
touched me always.
But I was keen
just to see
whether
any name
was used again ...
The world had
names plenty
in queue
that l cherished
to be called
That love won't tail off
was enough
to console me.
It was in a summer
of abundant flowers
I was called the fragrant one.
I asked the flowers
to know
whether they bloomed
before or after
l was called so.
Why hesitate,
any flower would
respond
if you ask
in the way you should.
Any doubt
about love,
just ask the flowers.