I saw a doorkeeper
who made
the guests wait
at the entrance
of a crowded eatery
and let them in
as the rush became thin.
Memories that cannot tolerate
the present state
and pass
without a pause.
Mull over sufferings
of the past.
Think about the future
and fret.
Can I get a doorkeeper
who would stop
the intrusive memories
at the doorstep,
check and filter through
inside?
English Translation by Sri N Srivatsa
To read the original : https://hemgan.blog/2012/02/23/வாயிற்காவலன்/
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