Not an Arrow Shot - Manushya Puthiran

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You didn’t console me
You didn’t wipe out my tears
You didn’t kiss away my misery
You didn’t press your hands
On my palm and hold it tight
You didn’t stroke my sobbing head

How does this heartache lose its sting
By itself?

As if
Life is picture-perfect,
at what unworldly moment
Do I return to you,
Like an unremarkable bird dropping off
At your hands
Without shooting an arrow?

Translated by R. Abilash