Net


The “Net” By Ayyappapaniker

The squares at least don’t remain squares
and taut linking loops
Threadbare wet-looking ropes
Knotted trapped and trembling lie in thirst
The sea at large lusting to drink in measures
Through the loops drainscapes the sea
Sardines, anchovies and seer
From the infinite indefinite water bodies
To the freedom attained through assured bondage
of a definite ending For the fishes in waiting
the net’s a mirror through which they swim
to another world.

(Translated from the original in Malayalam by Annie George)


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