Sunday comes
flying like lightning
opening the golden doors of heaven
on the wings of sunbeams.
Monday rises
from hell’s kitchen
with the pungent odour of
the smoke from charred pot of milk
.
Tuesday crawls in
bleeding, from its
dark hole on earth,
its hood beaten and crushed
Wednesday swims in
from the coral reefs of
the ocean bed, with its
long tail, sharp teeth and black scales
Thursday walks in,
silence frozen on its hairs,
with the quiet steps of the snowman
from the icy cave in the mountains
Friday staggers in,
a shivering hunchback,
his beard grey and hair matted,
carrying a knapsack of failed revolutions
Saturday arrives
riding a coffin, raising
her head and screaming
in a witch’s dark mantle
Sunday retreats, closing behind him
the heaven’s door, to retire
to his dim disheveled little room
to write a poem
on the days of the week.
2012
(Translated from Malayalam by the poet )
