Defying multiple layers of
woollen bedsheets
the fever cold
finds a way and
enters inside.
Outside the tightly shut windows
November
melts down.
Time sheds its leaves
in reddish orange and
a colour that cannot be named.
The shivering cold
pulls apart the body
inch by inch
with its strong hands.
In the lost words of
blabbering
the tea lies cold.
'Please bring the sun'
I groan.
I want to eat
a handful of sand, and feel it
between my teeth.
Translation of Shameela Yoosuf Ali’s ஊர் மருந்து.
