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Tamilanban
Less Salt
It was the day aunt died
Women with moist eyes
men on roadside benches
discussing
cement rice cinema
politics kerosene
gossiping on all other subjects
except aunt
Aunt's sons
hastened to lift the bier
made of bamboo
purchased out of the money
found inside her handbag---
ripped open
In the windows of the lane
jostling faces, reflecting
flashes of memory
of their dead relatives
and an expression
to dig out the old corpses
to bury the aunt ----
there
The uppuma got cooked
before aunt's body
was burnt to ashes
To all the visitors
the salt in it appeared less
To me
the salt seemed to be too much
Translated by Arindam
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