THE HOT TEARS OF MY MOLTEN SINS

Mother dear!
On those distant days
I remained the fountainhead
Of your perennial tear springs!

'Live you long'!-
You blessed me
With overflowing mercy.

As a heartless boulder
I blocked your highways of breath;
'May you attain
The heaven on earth!'-
raising your godly palms
you blessed me tearfully
With no trace of bitterness.

Justices that were lip-locked
On those days of my arrogance
On to the thorny thickets
Have thrust me today.

yes,mom-
Encircling me today
Are the gory dances of weird miseries,
And the carcasses of peace and sweetness!
Jet forth today
From the caves of my eyes
The hot tears of my molten sins!

---S.CHANDRA KALAADHAR