Climbing down the steps and walking crossing many a street going past the bazaar-street where things lay spread like the Sea Even after going beyond the tall, strong gateway, some sounds come to fall in the ears.
Leaving the light of the outer corridor where voices of the world have faded a little Going into the semi-darkness of the inner-corridor our ancestors’ voices softly whisper secrets in our ears.
After entering into the wholesome darkness of the sanctum-sanctorium there comes from within a dark, colourful silence outside, upon things in absolute quietitude as the very light when it reflects At some times I feel that you are with me with hands resting on the lap, right in front of my eyes A song springs from Veena on its own.
While talking with my friends, from out of blue your voice drops a sentence.
Though it seems familiar yet, wonder and surprise have never withered away in our Togetherness.
Poem from Navina Virtucham
Translated by Latha Ramakrishnan