Nissim Ezekiel Poems
|1.||Goodbye Party For Miss Pushpa T.S.||10/8/2014|
|8.||Jewish Wedding In Bombay||3/28/2012|
|9.||Poet, Lover, Birdwatcher||3/28/2012|
|11.||Night Of The Scorpion||3/28/2012|
Night Of The Scorpion
I remember the night my mother
was stung by a scorpion. Ten hours
of steady rain had driven him
to crawl beneath a sack of rice.
Parting with his poison - flash
of diabolic tail in the dark room -
he risked the rain again.
The peasants came like swarms of flies
and buzzed the name of God a hundred times
to paralyse the Evil One.
With candles and with lanterns
throwing giant scorpion shadows
on the mud-baked walls
they searched for him: he was not found.
They clicked their tongues.
With every movement that the scorpion made his ...