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Mango

By Ra Sh

Mango
 
When I die, will you come with me?
I asked my mango tree.
She pondered for a while and replied wisely:

When I was a sapling,
You were not even a little sperm
Nor were your forefathers.
This house and this town
Were not even concepts.

I will go with you when the squirrels do so,
And these restless birds in my branches,
And the jagged piece of stone you see in my shade
Which was once a Goddess.

Ra Sh has published three collections of poetry – Architecture of Flesh (Poetrywala), Bullet Train and other loaded poems (Hawakal) and Kintsugi by Hadni (RLFPA).  Forthcoming books are The Ichi Tree Monkey and other stories (translation of Tamil Dalit writer Bama’s short stories) (Speaking Tiger) and Blind Men Write (a play) (Rubric).Rash’s English translations include Mother Forest (Women Unlimited) (from Malayalam), Waking is another dream (Navayana) (Srilankan Tamil poems translated with Meena Kandasmy), Don’t want caste (Navayana) (collection of Malayalam short stories by Dalit writers) and Kochiites (Greenex) (a book on different communities in Kochi.)

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