Before the Death Rattle
Once rice plants in golden
frocks danced on my lap.
And I was proud.
Now the weeds dry my
veins.
Once reapers, bending like
the sickles, lulled me with
their bucolic songs. And I
snoozed under the paddy
fragrance.
Now I wake up frightened
by the ‘profit – talks’.
Once the ecstatic moon
rose above the rhythms of
the night. Moonlight was so
charming with some
magnetic eyes. And I held
my chest as a stage for your
dancers and singers.
Now your nostalgia is
twined around me.
Once the monsoon hid me
deep under the water –
fishes and frogs enjoyed
their carnival. And I was
tickled by the floating
canoes.
Now an architect stares at
me. A tipper lorry vomits
the sand and stones on my
face. I die leaving a furrow
in your mind.
[First published in Off the Coast, US]
Copyright © Fabiyas M V | Year Posted 2017
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