Monday, March 7, 2016

UNBORN AND ETERNAL



You knead
the life dough, pliant and supple
forking a trident hiss by the tongues of virulent three:
the past, the present and the future;
clasping strength
to count thy fatal dose
bite by bite, knuckle after knuckle

My body utensil, stills
On the dining table
Marred by hunger and obdurating thoughts
Crying like a 'chataka', incessantly
with parched throats
and plaintive hearts
consumed by the fire
of burning thirst

Why to belch life
consuming the vast inert
In the arena of smaller kitchen space.
Let the inlets, peep;
Unborn and eternal

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