A prostitute to her daughter – K. Satchidanandan


Dear child, say without shame
that I am your mother
and this city is your father.
Go, tell the chaste wives,
I teach their men how to love.

I offered myself
in place of a thousand women,
and became a saint.

Man, my child, is endless Desire,
you should cross that sea
the way I rose above my body.

Raise your head;
be my survivor, grow to be great.
You should have a tryst with tomorrow:
you should see the sun
that I could not.

I do not want to weep before Jesus
nor do I want Upagupta to weep before me.
Every night I turn red hot,
every morning I become gold.

I conquered lust;
you should transcend greed.
We are the bountiful Earth
and we, the giving Nature.

(Translated from Malayalam by the poet with Rizio Raj)

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5 responses to “A prostitute to her daughter – K. Satchidanandan

  1. Anurag

    Very nice… I like these lines:

    Go, tell the chaste wives,
    I teach their men how to love.

  2. Three drinks ahead...as always!

    I know! Me too! Aren’t they so powerful?

  3. Three drinks ahead...as always!

    I know! Me too! Aren’t they so powerful?

  4. Pingback: Happy Republic Day « Three Drinks Ahead

  5. dipali

    What an amazing poem!

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