AISWARYA THARA BHAI ANISH Poems

Kumbaya sat like a monument.
As if the Artist had left him to answer nature's call.
His unfinished arm stuck out
like a raw stump of stone, eyes unblinking.
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The day you fell from your roof
From your corners, a single moment or unbalanced Thoughts, acts that made your proof
Of survival, go spiraling down into the white
That lay down in a tall, clear abyss
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I see her every morning on her way to business
Printed cloth around her legs, a red blouse
Carrying her basket of old fish, listless
She is listless. She is fisherwoman-
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You must cut off my Dravidian tongue
When I speak with guttural tones and a plausible yell
You must sew a new tongue where the old stub
Swells with an urge to stutter and swear
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what can eyewhites do that sit
like a couch for two marbles
that take in light like invisible
blackholes of agony and nothingness
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I don't know what to tell a martyr's son
When he comes to school and looks at the black board.

At the end of the day I am a teacher and
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