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Asim Thannimood                   Translation by A.C.Sree hari
That alone

You needn't be wings to me 
Nor an engine filled with fuel.

To soar high means 
To make a deep depth 
To tread miles means 
To convince that it's away. 

If you collapse 
Dry up 
The depth will look at me 
Opening up its mouth. 
It will laugh at my 
Stunted Posture.

But your impulse to sprout 
The urge to leap 
Is what's needed.
That alone will do.

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