Meena Kandasamy

(1984 - / Chennai / India)

Composition - Poem by Meena Kandasamy

At that brief time
When you wait
For the audacious cane
To strike your skin,
And the rest of you is flinching
And cringing, with part shame,
And part pain,
Poetry dictates itself
In your mind. Short lines
Rip through, like bullets
From a machine gun.

The poem comes with the
Freshness of a life set free,
Whistling its way,
Painfully, like wind searing
Through the palm fronds.

Then,

The cane thrashes
Your skin, dancing cruelly
And bouncing in wooden joy.
Before you scream,
Or shake, the poetry stops.
And the Muse, is tentatively,
Laid to rest, much before the
Composition is
Complete.

(First published in Sulekha)


Comments about Composition by Meena Kandasamy

  • Freshman - 701 Points Rajesh.c Bose (10/18/2014 12:40:00 AM)

    words fail to descibe this poem.thanx for giving us such a masterly composition (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, June 20, 2012



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