പതിവ്|Routine

ടി.പി.വിനോദിന്റെ പതിവ്Routine എന്ന കവിത

From the piece of the rock,
on the wayside I walk,
its elaborate inertia
creeps into thoughts
and it moves with my feet,
throughout the distance I reach.

Perhaps,
with all of its mass
resting in firm,
it represses my mind,
from flying in the wind.

The mosses of memories
does not obey my commands ;
not to tickle the feelings
touching and nibbling
it inside my heart.

On my way back to home
When I reach the same place,
it gets out of me,
And waits all the night
with its inertia,
grown one more day old.

On the piece of the rock,
on the wayside I walk.

Author : T.P.Vinod
Translator : Sanathanan