What Did We Ever Talk About? -poem

 

What Did We Ever Talk About? -poem 

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(thanks to ChatGPT for helping me to translate my original Tamil Poem into English  )

What Did We Ever Talk About?

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Inside the hostel room,

we chatted away

till eight at night.

Sitting there,

we talked till midnight.

Then, lying down,

we talked on till twelve.

During our morning bath,

we talked by the village tank.

With idlis in our mouths,

we talked in the mess.

Notebook in hand,

we talked all the way through college.

At the noon break,

we talked beneath the trees.

And as evening fell,

we talked by the roadside.

What all we talked about!

What strange and wonderful things!

How much we talked—

and yet,

what on earth

did we talk about?

— Nagendra Bharathi

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I Feel Sorry for Him - poem

 I Feel Sorry for Him -poem 

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(thanks to ChatGPT for helping me to translate my original Tamil Poem into English  )

I Feel Sorry for Him -poem 

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When I look at him,

I feel sorry for him—

not affection.

He could have come along

when I went to school.

He could have come along

when I went to the cinema.

He could have come along

when I went out to play.

He could have consoled me

when I failed my exams.

He could have comforted me

when I lay sick with fever.

He could have consoled me

when I was heartbroken in love.

Instead, he wandered

from office to office,

and all he brought home

was money—

cash to keep the household going.

Now, at sixty,

he lies at home,

with nowhere to go.

And when I look at him,

I feel sorry for him.

Not affection.

— Nagendra Bharathi

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Time Passes - poem

 Time Passes - poem 

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(thanks to ChatGPT for helping me to translate my original Tamil Poem into English  )

Time Passes - poem 

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In every season of life,

time somehow finds a way to pass.

When I went to the shop

to buy a piece of candy,

when I sat frightened,

buried in my books for an exam,

when I lay yearning,

thinking of someone or other,

when I went to work

and learned the ways of life,

when I wandered with friends,

playing, chatting, laughing away the hours,

when I lived surrounded

by family and children,

when my blood had run dry

and I lived on medicines,

when I lay lamenting,

looking back at all that had gone—

time, once never enough,

has now become

a time that refuses to pass.

--— Nagendra Bharathi

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THE HUNGER BEHIND THE FESTIVAL — poem

 THE HUNGER BEHIND THE FESTIVAL— poem

(thanks to ChatGPT for helping me to translate my original Tamil Poem into English  )

THE HUNGER BEHIND THE FESTIVAL

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Leaping, leaping,

knees drawn high,

the Silambam son

swirls his hands

in the dance of the staff.

Changing, changing,

with the antler’s tines,

the swift-fingered daughter

flings her hands

in a blur of speed.

Bounding, bounding,

the Karagam dances—

the mother of an art

that never lets

the pot slip from her head.

Beating, beating,

making the tharai tremble,

the father of Thappattam

thunders his drum

into the night.

Year after year,

though the earnings come,

the stomach

knows hunger

every single day.

— Nagendra Bharathi

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THE TROUBLE OF YOUTH — poem

 THE TROUBLE OF YOUTH— poem

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(thanks to ChatGPT for helping me to translate my original Tamil Poem into English  )

THE TROUBLE OF YOUTH

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Waiting, waiting—

eyes grow heavy,

watching, watching—

they burst into rapture.

Gathering, gathering—

lips tremble with longing,

blossoming, blossoming—

a smile unfolds.

Noon, evening,

then the following morning—

the theft takes root

and spreads through the heart.

Where can it end?

Ah, the trouble of youth!

Yet that very trouble

is love’s fragrant jasmine—

the moment

two hearts

feel as one,

a garden of love

where no deceit

ever enters.

--------------— Nagendra Bharathi

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Is That All? — poem

 Is That All?— poem

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(thanks to ChatGPT for helping me to translate my original Tamil Poem into English  )

Is That All?

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Before placing

the round mound of earth,

a thought stirs within me—

to look at this face

one last time,

up close.

Is this the final day

for this face?

Is this the hour

to burn

a beloved bond?

Have the shoulders

that carried me

all those years

disappeared?

Have the hands

that shaped my life,

that gave and gave,

gone cold?

Is there nothing left

to repay?

Is there no love left?

Is there no gentle breeze

that once gathered itself

and came to me

with such tenderness?

Is that all?

Has it all

gone out?

Is this all?

Is loss

what life is?

— Nagendra Bharathi

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A Heat Beyond Endurance — poem

A Heat Beyond Endurance — poem

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(thanks to ChatGPT for helping me to translate my original Tamil Poem into English  )

At dawn,

you were the one who asked

for hot water for your bath;

you were the one who wore

a freshly washed sari

while it was still warm from the iron;

you were the one who plucked

the steaming idli

with fingers quick as lightning;

you were the one who touched

the sacred flame

before the goddess

on Aadi Velli.

“Every heat I can endure

is a pleasure,”

you used to say.

You kissed my cheek,

winked at me,

waved your hand,

and set out—

never knowing

that another heat

was waiting for you.

You came home

like a bundle of firewood.

As the breath

left your body,

did you call for Amma?

Did you cry out,

calling and calling,

until your voice grew weary?

Oh, sinner that I am—

did the dead fire

of my fate

not leap upon you?

Will I ever leap

across that fire

and behold

my precious one again?

— Nagendra Bharathi

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The Bitterness of Neem - poem

 

The Bitterness of Neem  - poem

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(thanks to ChatGPT for helping me to translate my original Tamil Poem into English  )

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You saved me

when a goat’s hoof

was about to crush me.

 

You gathered the earth,

moulded it around me,

and helped me stand upright.

 

You told them

to pour over me

the water left

after washing your household vessels.

 

You rejoiced

when you saw

my tender green leaves

sprouting into life.

 

That was the end

of my childhood.

 

As I grew,

you broke my little twigs

and brushed your teeth with them.

 

You plucked

my fresh green shoots

and fed them to your little goat.

 

When your child

was struck by smallpox,

you gave him life

with my leaves.

 

One day,

you placed a chair

beneath my shade

and sat there,

negotiating my price.

 

Today,

as I stand watching

the axe fall upon my branches,

 

you stand there too—

 

as still as a tree.

 

— Nagendra Bharathi

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