Sunday, June 05, 2011

1503 : My Chance Will Come by Kanimozhi Karunanidhi

This poem was published in Open Magazine, and I just fell in love with it. Does reveal a very sensitive soul behind the (now) entrapped and infamous personality.

Listened to my father,
I went to school,
combed my hair,
avoided a few friends,
wore a shirt,
brushed my teeth,
got married.
Now I am waiting.
My chance will come.

(translated by Karuvarai Vasanai)

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