FORGOTTEN TO READ STORY

Hot breath of
Sleepless middle-class man
Searches intensively for
The lost key,
With Eyes of Mercy
guiding in the dark.

Undergoing the change
With one season to the other
The Key, the most sacred
Among the sanctified,
Will find the path
in the dark.

As I think of paying homage
To the lost one,
Comes as hurdle
the antonym of the
Homage done long ago;
A little ray
from the faded memory.
Another old key
Talking of time
forgotten for scrutiny.

And now -
what guides in the dart is
the high pressure
of hot breath
of the sleepless middle-class man
brooding over the eggs
stuffed with
tidbits of the nothingness
incapable of
reading the story
by and on him

- Maharandan

Translated from Tamil  by Dr.P.Raja