1087. A household shrinks

ஒருகுடம் நீர்முகக்கும் ஓசையுள் வீடுஅருகிருந்தார் இன்மை உணர்வு

orukudam neermukakkum osaiyul veeduarukirundaar inmai unarvu

In a house where only one pot of water is drawn, the sound of the drawing tells of those who once were near and now are gone.

Water is drawn by the potful for the day’s needs. One pot is one person’s share, where once there were several.

1088. Nobody asks

எத்தனை பேரிருந்தும் என்னென்று கேளாரேல்அத்தனை பேரும் சுவர்

ethanai perirundum ennendru kelaarelathanai perum suvar

However many people are there, if none of them asks ‘What is it?’, that many people are a wall.

1089. Isolation wears us down

திறவாக் கதவின் துருவேறும் பற்றும்திறவாத் தனிமை துரு

thiravaak kadhavin thuruverum patrumthiravaadh thanimai thuru

On a door that is never opened, rust climbs and takes hold; a solitude never opened turns to rust.