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Kanaka Ha. Ma.
THE CURSE
Scrubbed hands, feet, faceAnd went to bed —
A small feather on the bed
Picked it up gently
Hands still damp
Small downy feather
Poised on fingertip
Feather of a baby sparrow
Tucked it inside the pages of a book,
Tenderly closed it.
Now the page is wet too.
Tomorrow morning
It will not multiply
As it once did
© Translation: 2006, Kanaka Ha. Ma. and Arundhathi Subramaniam
THE CURSE
© 1997, Kanaka Ha. Ma.
From: Papanashini
Publisher: Kannada Sangha, Puttur
From: Papanashini
Publisher: Kannada Sangha, Puttur
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THE CURSE
From: Papanashini
THE CURSE
Scrubbed hands, feet, faceAnd went to bed —
A small feather on the bed
Picked it up gently
Hands still damp
Small downy feather
Poised on fingertip
Feather of a baby sparrow
Tucked it inside the pages of a book,
Tenderly closed it.
Now the page is wet too.
Tomorrow morning
It will not multiply
As it once did
© 2006, Kanaka Ha. Ma. and Arundhathi Subramaniam
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