Najeeb Vadakkekad


Borthers of Anna Karamasov


Iam the youngest brother of
Anna karamasov.
My library contain the stories of
My grandpa and his sons
My father was an idiot
Called smeridiyakov.

My wheat field was not with
Crows
But, all mango tress
With singing parrots.

Our Bible was
Not hanging on
walls as lizards
But the holy moment
Of spirit
With the singing
Bird of thirty three branches

But, still nobody making
An iron cage to engrave me
With the dreams of crabs
Calls! ! !

Submitted: Sunday, February 24, 2013
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