Parattu Beevi's Face

Her face is a pre- independent Indian make. Its pale white reminds of the British rule. Red rash on her cheek seems a remnant of old blood-shed during the despotic rule. Her orthodox society had nipped her love-pimple, but its hole remains. A miniature portrait of her parched paddy farm in an old drought gets visible in a mole below her nose. A stitch scar lies on her eyebrow like the carcass of a worry-mouse. There are wrinkles as the tree rings with imprints of life on her face. Now she looks at the hypocrisy around with a cauliflower-frown. Today’s plastic life doesn’t leave behind any impression on her visage. First published in my book, Kanoli Kaleidoscope, by Punkswritepoemspress, US.