Half decayed, broken winnowing sieve
Hangs on a nail in the dark attic!

It's been sieving for a long time
How much torture has it been suffering?

It listened the whisper of its heart:
"You are destined to serve others."

It was bathed in dung milk to purify
And took many vows for bliss!

It tells: "This state is not my bad luck,
Only the bond of karma!

I have the past memories
To brighten my spirit!"

When I took the rotten waste to throw, It begs: "If you don't want to use me
Throw it in the garbage!

Toddler's feet shouldn't be hurt
With my broken pieces!"

It is not just a winnow
But the blessed spirit of goodness!

Even if immerse in Saptatirthas
I won't get this sense of contentment!

Even a winnow splint
Has the moral spirit of this land!


© Rajendran Thriveni