This that reeks
and festers in you,
is yours alone.
When you see it
for what it is,
only then will you
seek a cure.
Till then you will carry it
as though it does not exist.
As though you are Ratnakara
Bearing the burden
placed on you by others.
As though it is a pain you live with
because you can’t let go.
As though it is a hump on your back
or as though it is
Saleem Sinai’s protuberant proboscis.
Ugly but inseparable.
Till it is twilight time,
for amputation.
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Note:
1. Ratnakara – the original name of Valmiki, the bandit turned sage who wrote the Ramayana
2. Saleem Sinai – the protagonist of Midnight’s Children
Totally love it!!!! Great poem!!!!
Iulia, am honoured. Thanks 🙂
Lovely!
Thanks, Rahul
Delightful poem which arouses my thoughts.
Pramila ma’am, merci 🙂
Fantastic from start to finish
John, am honoured by your comment. Thanks 🙂
Thank you, John. Delighted.
a rewarding read.
Thank you, Gopalji
Admirable write..Vineetha 🙂
Maaya, thanks 🙂
Brilliant poetry. ‘This that reeks and festers in you, is yours alone.’ This is so true. Keep it up Vineetha.
Thank you, Rashmi. Saw this only now. Sorry for not replying earlier.