Endosulfan Rain
It wasn’t monsoon
but toxic rain.
Diya drenched
in the doldrums.
Her head bloated,
brain turned barren.
Her body curved
as a cashew nut.
Her legs and arms
dried.
Aches and anxieties
grow up
in the cashew farm.
Sad sap oozes
out of her mouth.
Her doll lies dead.
Now she isn’t a girl
but a remnant
on an empty mat.
[Endosulfan is a
deadly insecticide.]
Copyright © Fabiyas M V | Year Posted 2017
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