The Pencil (Transcreation, Vijay Nair)

Confined inside its box,
to an impish sharpener,
the pencil extolled its virtue.
“I am like Saddam. The one,
who faced the noose with a roar.”
Soon arrived Maalu,
the owner of the box.
Into the mouth of the sharpener,
she thrust the pencil, and

Click…!!

Allah-o-Akbar!!
A poem in Malayalam by Abhirami
Translation by Vijay © 23rd July, 2007 on Caferati

Made me smile.