Tuesday, May 25, 2010

The Mole

I know a girl
Who has a big mole on her right cheek.
She lived some distance away
By the hillside with cashew trees.
Whenever she passed along the alleyway
By the side of my home
I would look at her, removing that mole.
She would pass on, head bent.
Isn’t she the daughter of that
Woodcutter, she has no friends—said Mother.
Later, a woodcutter married her away
And she got a family and children.
There are no cashew trees there now.
Someone said
That there was something missing in my poems.
Isn’t it the problem of a big mole?
I asked. Translated by: A.J.Thomas.

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