[Transcreation] Tired?
Tired of its relentless pursuit,
the River reclines
into puddles and potholes
Tired of standing upright
the Mountain breaks down
and gets on to trucks
Tired of holding the skies
Trees make their way
to a Lumber mill
Dear Wind
Aren’t you tired too?
Its time you became selfish
Today,
you are cheaper than bottled water
With your age and maturity
it would pay
to enter a bottle and recline
A poem in Malayalam by Vishnu Prasad
Transcreation by Vijay © 18th January, 2007
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the River reclines
into puddles and potholes
Tired of standing upright
the Mountain breaks down
and gets on to trucks
Tired of holding the skies
Trees make their way
to a Lumber mill
Dear Wind
Aren’t you tired too?
Its time you became selfish
Today,
you are cheaper than bottled water
With your age and maturity
it would pay
to enter a bottle and recline
A poem in Malayalam by Vishnu Prasad
Transcreation by Vijay © 18th January, 2007
LINK
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