Sugathakumari ( 1934- 2020), Malayalam Poet, passed away today after a brief illness, due to CIVID-19 complications. She was one of the doyens of Malayalam Literature.
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Eminent poet and environmentalist Sugathakumari, who recently turned 84, has boldly dealt with themes both simple and complex with her inimitable expressions
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Night Rain ( Raathri Mazha)
Rain-at-night, like some young mad woman
for nothing weeping, laughing, whimpering,
muttering, without a stop
and sitting huddled up
tossing her long hair.
Rain-at-night,
pensive daughter of the dusky night
gliding slowly like a long wail
into this hospital
extending her cold fingers
through the window
and touching me.
Rain-at-night,
When groans and shudders
and sharp voices
and the sudden anguished cry of a mother
shake me, and I put my hand to my ears
and sob, tossing on my sick bed
you, like a dear one coming through the gloom with comforting words.
Somebody said, a diseased part can be cut and removed
but what can be done to the poor heart
deeply diseased ?
Rain-at-night,
witness to my love,
Who lulled me to sleep
giving me joy more than the moonlight did;
The bright moonlight
which in my auspicious nights
made me laugh made me thrill with joy.
Rain-at-night,
now witness to my grief
when I toss and turn
on my sweltering bed of sickness
in the sleepless hours of the night
and forgetting even to weep alone,
slowly freeze into a stone.
Let me tell you,
Rain-at -Night
I know your music,
kind and sad
Your pity and your suppressed rage,
Your coming in the night,
Your sobbing and weeping when all alone;
And when it is dawn
You wiping your face and forcing a smile
Your hurry and your putting on an act;
How do I know all this ?
My friend, I, too am like you
Like you,
Rain-at - Night.