Old Winnow Sieve
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
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