Treasure Island

Dr.V.K. Kanniappan

(17.10.1944 / Madurai, Tamil Nadu, India)

Hurried Deep Sighs Only Are Arising!


My husband leaving so briskly - to earn money,
In my heart which desires to go behind him,

Hurried deep sighs only are arising
from my chest unnecessarily!

Note:

The husband is going to earn money
by travelling across the sea;

And he can’t take his wife
who can’t bear all the hardships!

Submitted: Monday, December 16, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, December 17, 2013

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

Hi,
This poem 'Hurried deep sighs only are arising! ' is a translation of a Tamil poem by Poet Kaliappan Esekkiyal, revealing the feeling of a lover while her male counterpart leaves to earn money!

விரைந்தார்பின் செல்ல விழைநெஞ்சில் வீணே
இரைந்தேங்கும் மூச்சே எழும்! .- - -(09) - காளியப்பன் எசேக்கியல்

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