Meena Kandasamy Poems

You can do a lot of things
With your left hand.
Besides, fascist Dronacharyas warrant
Left-handed treatment.
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Helplessly, silent;
we watched it being seized away, all our lands.
The Government—a fulltime bewitching whore
had promised Jobs. Industrialization. Power, Electric.
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My bed smells of textbooks
and it is more than a month or so,
since I dreamt of sunlight and the sky's
embrace. Even a woman's lush vanities —
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One sleepy summer afternoon, while helping
myself to a glass of chilled water, I saw a
snake lying curled under the fridge. It could
have been a very poisonous cobra.
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Morning Song

Wet pink
And dusty grey
The sky begins to blush.
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It is uniquely easy
For some to sell
Ideals because
Business of absent
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We understand
why upper caste Gods
and their ‘good-girl’ much-married, father-fucked,
virgin, vegetarian oh-so-pure Goddesses
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S P A C E
is a problem unlike your never-ending
paper or the maddening blankness of
your word processor where you can go on
and on in anguish or insanity or boredom
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come.
colonise me.

creep into the hollows
of my landscape—my eyes click lock:
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At that brief time
When you wait
For the audacious cane
To strike your skin,
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