R NANDITHA KURUP
A hunk of that green glass
Is under the divan for a trimester
It forgot the rapture of three
months of guerilla warfare!
And got stuck in the flesh of my feet
A triangular wound materialized!
Got that green glass on my
Wedding day; the day of expectation
Green the symbol of tranquility
But my gent hate the green glass
and also the state of repose
Gent is in particular with the green glass
Who stuck hardly into my life
sharp bearded green glass
made numerous gashes on my mind
His cigarette butts shared
burned stories to my cheeks
After an epoch of agony
I put that piece of green
Glass on his mattress
My flesh and blood is in that piece
It must have pierced his mind
and made him bleed; I crave
My last day in that cave!
I laughed well and packed my stuff
When I left that place, that piece of
That green glass was still there
with my flesh and blood…….