Head Poem by Anubhav Tulasi

A burden too old
As it is a part of body
I'm hardly aware of it
Not a bother if he were a corn on a limb
But he is an actor used to leading
So he has not taken easily
the frowning eyebrows
on the forehead
tears rolling with melted salt
No ease only anxiety
The velum is soft, the palate hard
shaking the jaws and lips
Chat recite a poem sing a song
I feel like putting down
this ancient load
before being buffeted by blows
Let my shoulders take eternal rest
I too chance to live
the life of a headless one