Killer Instincts Poem by Kynpham Sing Nongkynrih
Killer Instincts
Gestating, she warned me
not to kill anything.
That was what her ancestors,
the old Khasis, had taught her.
Geckos scoured the walls,
rats the kitchen.
Spiders pestered our sleep,
mosquitoes our limbs.
I do not know
how believers do it.
For nine long months
it was maddening
not to be a killer.
Friday, July 10, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: faith
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4/27/2024 12:17:44 PM # 1.0.0.1119
''respect all the living creatures'' is a nice thought, but rats in the kitchen and mosquitoes all around.. no.. it's pretty too much.. :) thanks for sharing