Tapioca
M K Harikumar
Translation: Murali R
Will tide over,
Germinating,
Everywhere from the body.
No death have I.
Many lives am I.
Many births too am I on a stem.
It is not death,
Even when one stem is broken into so many pieces,
But many lives.
Wherever it goes,
Wherever it lives,
It grows as stem,
Like a new life,
Spreading all around.
Must sprout from sorrow,
From joy.
Separation and detachment---
New sprouts.
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