Mazhayathu Cheriya Kutty
( Sugata Kumary, Mathrubhumi Weekly, May 29-June 4, 2016)
A little child sits on the porch steps-
Watching the approaching rain
The rain and sunshine fork hands, laughing
Start playing, as the wind arrives!
The sunshine vanishes, dried leaves
Are afloat, everywhere.
Plants dance, drenched in rain
Flowers droop, touched by rain
The little child watches,
Wide-Eyed at it all.
The rain turns harsh, a small stream flows,
Through the front of the house
And on it floats bubbles,rainbows and flowers
The little child playfully wets her
Little feet, anklets- clad in the stream
Innocently, tears her book page by page
And watches them float too-
Then she ships her red pencil too along,
In glee, laughing, claps her hands
Then suddenly the laughter stops!
A tiny ant struggling in the rain water stream,
Oh, poor thing!
She offers the flower tip of her beautiful finger,
And helping it up, scolds it,
‘Do not dare to bite me now!’
And then she lets it go.
Another floats near, she helps that
One out too- but then there are many more behind,
What is she supposed to do?
She steps out into the rain
Picks up a ripe jack fruit leaf
Helps all of those stranded ants up onto it,
The rain is heavy, the wind growls
And hundreds of ants arriving-
She feels tears coming too!
Her little dress is drenched,
Plait undone and her charming face
Covered with rain drops and tears-
She is crouching, saving the drowning ants
Her two tiny hands, working hard.
” Where is my child?” Amma calls from within,
Though she hears it, she stands in that rain-
Weeping , staring aghast at the hundreds of ants
Bobbing up and down desperately;
The little Jack fruit leaf slips down from her hand,
Floats along too, in the stream …
Seventy decades and seven years have run past,
A thousand rains have come and gone-
Every time in rows, the ants struggle their way
And return to the sea.
The little child still stands there,
Drenched in rain, bewildered.