A Poem For Myself Poem by Kalyani Sreekumar

Grains pounding my roof

My goats bleating in naivete.

I had put the child to sleep.

For an entire lifetime now

It is condemned to pick grains

Out of its ears.



Soon, it's twilight.

The pounding hasn't stopped.

I tend to black out at twilight

When I realize the earth is vast.



People I know

Are rushing for the grains.

They want the grains

to fill footballs with.



I told you,

I black out at twilight

when the sky is being

stripped of birds.