അടിയന്തിരാവസ്ഥ നഷ്ടപ്പെടുത്തിയ എന്റെ ആറു വര്‍ഷങ്ങള്‍ | My six years eaten by emergency

കെ.എം.പ്രമോദ് എഴുതിയ അടിയന്തിരാവസ്ഥ നഷ്ടപ്പെടുത്തിയ എന്റെ ആറു വര്‍ഷങ്ങള്‍ എന്ന കവിതയുടെ പരിഭാഷ
My six years eaten by emergency.
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A dream, named revolution
A magazine, named comrade
An agent, named Pappan,
and his marriage with Sarada

Sister Indira is in her mood
Karunakaran is blowing hot
Jayaram Padikkal (is on the steps)
And Pappan
He left home for the woods
only to come back in lonely nights
and to be betrayed by Gandhi Kunhiraman

And lo, a load full of police
just to catch pappan
A vomit screams through misty night
soaked with Pappan's blood
Pappan's ball becomes
a toy for the police

To home, from Jail.
Sarada's next six years
are for flowers and worship
Pappan's money is
only for the treatment
And I catch the last bus
to come to light!, from Sarada's womb.

And thus,
Pappan became my father
President of temple commitee
he worships, covers gods with flowers

And In my eyes shine -
a dream called revolution
And in my hands, a pen.
And all I see, is a poem.

And then, my father looks at me,
like a poem, came to sudden life*.

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*Son, you would think more than this when you are young,
only to calm down, once you grow as old as me.
(Balachandran Chullikkaad, Laugh of a labourer).

Kunjaakkamma* | കുഞ്ഞാക്കമ്മ*

(Transl. from the original by the author - K M Pramod)

Unlike Kunjaakkamma,
The thatched huts of Kandakkai
Shivered in the Wind and
Cried in the Rain.

When sought to fill the Holes in their Roofs
with Grass of the Land, before Monsoon
they were called "Bastards" by the Landlord.

Thus the Men and Women
Entered in the useless Grassland of that Bastard
for the Grass.
Police Reaped the pubic hair of Males,
Pots in the kitchen were Shattered by their Canes.

And the Shattered pots United,
Kunjaakkamma Led.

Chirukandan Cried "Oh mother! Fish Curry"
Smelling the Red stain in the Pieces of Broken pots.

First Strike of their Fist was on their Chest,
Then towards the Sky.

Kunjaakkamma returned from Jail,Like a Broken pot.

But,
A whole village wove a Dream net of Fish Curry
by smelling Red.


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Author's Note :
* Dedicated to the Evrgreen Memory of 'Kunjaakkamma' who led historical strikes during 1950's like 'Picking grass Strike', 'Reaping Strike' and 'Carrying Shattered pots Strikes' in Kandakkai, a Small village in Kannur,Kerala.

(കെ എം പ്രമോദിന്റെ കുഞ്ഞാക്കമ്മ; പ്രമോദ് തന്നെ ഭാഷാന്തരം ചെയ്തത്.)