After Giving F-Grade* - Poem by Hrushikesha Mohanty
Lilly shot down moon
Tortoise whisper spreads
Sun hid all flowers
Morning broke the news.
With your higgledy-piggledy rides
On sierra of whispers, I got my last hiccups.
With drooping eyelids you passed-by
At criss-cross points,
To make me feel you never knew me.
Indifference bolted my coffin
I passed away inside to see you laughing.
Indignant piercing eyes, raised eyebrows
Built cold-fire bridge, swamped suspicious scorpions
Fabricated, animated and eulogized.
To dance in dark ecstatic crates tiptoed.
Catalepsy sieged you within
I'm sliced for offerings at your figurine.
Measuring blessed unending saris for Kauravas
Grading for globe-spread with my non-existing third-leg, I'm asked.
You never understood
With languid milk I'm paralyzed.
Rupturing crippling pythons
Blossom, off languishing lattices.
I wait with my flash gun
To makeweigh your imagination.
I'll wait again at criss-crosses
For your hazel nut smiles.
Seething on grade-arrow-bed
I'm waiting you to tick,
Though time stretches limitless at both ends
But Today you must be quick.
This poem does not have any direct/indirect reference to
anybody or institution including my employer.
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