Sunday, May 22, 2016
A. V. Koshy writes
An Epic Poem on Childhood - 2 - Cui Bono.
does water fall
in a torrent
first, then thin to a shower, then in drops
& finally silence itself
as if passing a death sentence
on itself and
on the rains and the monsoon that I love,
drumming, slipping, sliding and dripping off
my poor man's roof's
dark red and green-dried-up-and-turned-to-black mossy tiles?
Does it know of the flagrante corpus delecti
I committed behind the tapioca-stick fence
when you had mullapookkal braided into your hair
and the fragrance drew even the honey flies there?