Poem
P.P. Ramachandran
One of Them
Girls wait for the bus,At the school bus stop.
However hard they try
Umbrellas, bags, footwear
And uniforms cannot contain
Their bodies that spill over.
Nor can they conceal
In their words and looks,
Postures and steps,
Their racing hearts
That come out in the open.
Lined with anxiety,
Their eyes turn away
From the buses that
Speed past them.
One of them will become a
Bureaucrat, another a housewife,
Yet another will lose her way.
Sitting in a bus with an infant
On her lap, one will tell her
Husband, while going past
The school, this is where
I studied.
There
One will be waiting for
The bus. Still.
© Translation: 2009, E.V. Ramakrishnan
ONE OF THEM
© 2004, P.P. Ramachandran
From: Randay Murichathu
Publisher: Current Books, Thrissur
From: Randay Murichathu
Publisher: Current Books, Thrissur
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One of Them
Girls wait for the bus,At the school bus stop.
However hard they try
Umbrellas, bags, footwear
And uniforms cannot contain
Their bodies that spill over.
Nor can they conceal
In their words and looks,
Postures and steps,
Their racing hearts
That come out in the open.
Lined with anxiety,
Their eyes turn away
From the buses that
Speed past them.
One of them will become a
Bureaucrat, another a housewife,
Yet another will lose her way.
Sitting in a bus with an infant
On her lap, one will tell her
Husband, while going past
The school, this is where
I studied.
There
One will be waiting for
The bus. Still.
© 2009, E.V. Ramakrishnan
From: Randay Murichathu
From: Randay Murichathu
One of Them
Girls wait for the bus,At the school bus stop.
However hard they try
Umbrellas, bags, footwear
And uniforms cannot contain
Their bodies that spill over.
Nor can they conceal
In their words and looks,
Postures and steps,
Their racing hearts
That come out in the open.
Lined with anxiety,
Their eyes turn away
From the buses that
Speed past them.
One of them will become a
Bureaucrat, another a housewife,
Yet another will lose her way.
Sitting in a bus with an infant
On her lap, one will tell her
Husband, while going past
The school, this is where
I studied.
There
One will be waiting for
The bus. Still.
© 2009, E.V. Ramakrishnan
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