Poem
Udayan Vajpeyi
Sari
Father is sitting at a long dining table eating a roti with a knife and fork. Fascinated, I sit beside him watching his strange performance.Mother sits in an empty room as finely spun shadows drown her. Father’s death slowly spreads over her sari.
Grandfather’s lonely hands grope over a wall for the hook on which he can hang his cap.
Grandmother mumbles quietly, “Is the old man asleep again?”
When I insist, Mother changes her white sari.
Where the road takes a sharp turn, Father walks towards the sky.
© Translation: 2007, Alok Bhalla
SARI
© 1995, Udayan Vajpeyi
From: Kuchh Vakya
Publisher: Vani Prakashan, New Delhi
From: Kuchh Vakya
Publisher: Vani Prakashan, New Delhi
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Sari
Father is sitting at a long dining table eating a roti with a knife and fork. Fascinated, I sit beside him watching his strange performance.Mother sits in an empty room as finely spun shadows drown her. Father’s death slowly spreads over her sari.
Grandfather’s lonely hands grope over a wall for the hook on which he can hang his cap.
Grandmother mumbles quietly, “Is the old man asleep again?”
When I insist, Mother changes her white sari.
Where the road takes a sharp turn, Father walks towards the sky.
© 2007, Alok Bhalla
From: Kuchh Vakya
From: Kuchh Vakya
Sari
Father is sitting at a long dining table eating a roti with a knife and fork. Fascinated, I sit beside him watching his strange performance.Mother sits in an empty room as finely spun shadows drown her. Father’s death slowly spreads over her sari.
Grandfather’s lonely hands grope over a wall for the hook on which he can hang his cap.
Grandmother mumbles quietly, “Is the old man asleep again?”
When I insist, Mother changes her white sari.
Where the road takes a sharp turn, Father walks towards the sky.
© 2007, Alok Bhalla
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