Deconstruction Poem by santhosh kana
Deconstruction
The teacher opened the book
We too
we went down the poem
line by line
like we used to climb down steps
at the village pond
a question pelted at the placid
pool
stirred the hell out
the house of cards
the teacher got busy building
collapsed
when Minnu pulled one out
with her question
there stood
the teacher with an open mouth
and the poem lay
like a pricked balloon! !
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