Ila Sumam Poems

When I was three
Blowing bubbles
Under my tamarind tree
Amma asked
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Sun's chrome rays
Wash my morning face
Parting it's ways
Through tamarind lace
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A little long ago
A girl felt so alone
With a shapeless head that bore
Too much hair, too coarse
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The clear brow wisps
The smiling lips
The calm it shows
Are not my own
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It doesn't change
These earthly games
I bathe, I eat
And re-repeat
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A Denied Appeal
25, Male
Skin-Brown, pale
Height-6 inches over 5 feet
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