Climbing down the steps and
walking
crossing many a street
going past the bazaar-street
where things lay spread like
the Sea
Even after going beyond
the tall, strong gateway,
some sounds
come to fall in the ears.
Leaving the light of the
outer corridor
where voices of the world
have faded a little
Going into the
semi-darkness of the
inner-corridor
our ancestors’ voices
softly whisper secrets
in our ears.
After entering into the
wholesome darkness of
the sanctum-sanctorium
there comes from within
a dark, colourful silence
outside, upon things
in absolute quietitude
as the very light
when it reflects
At some times
I feel
that you are with me
with hands resting on the
lap, right in front of my
eyes
A song springs from Veena
on its own.
While talking with my friends,
from out of blue
your voice drops a sentence.
Though it seems familiar
yet, wonder and surprise
have never withered away
in our Togetherness.Poem from Navina Virtucham
Translated by Latha Ramakrishnan
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