GOD THE
PAINTER
R. SUNDARESAN
When deep into illusoriness
I find out the truth;
the distant outline of a hill
shrouded in the evening fog,
the sleeping village at its foot
and the amusingly tiny palmyrah trees
interspersed between the few huts
reveal the truth
that the most skilful painter is
God.
VORTEX OF CARES
Eddying
in the vortex
of conglomerated cares
all the world spins;
deep in the swirling current
a helpless victim;
eyes sinking, sinking with each revolution
I revolve
till I know I am flat on the ground.
Translated by the author from Tamil