FABIYAS M V Poems

In the harvested field near the canal,
she roams with a mind slid from its rail.
Her muddy skirt and brownish hairs
flutter in the salty wind like flags of insanity.
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They muted us with
a poisonous smile
and political power.
Then they beheaded
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Just one touch-
the imprints of silent love -
the fragrance of fingers-
myriads of self kisses
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Black beauties in chains-
Before the ticket counters,
A long queue does creep
To scatter near black wonders.
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Leaning on the deluxe seat,
She munches banana chips.
Handsome husband breathes near
And air-cooler buzzes chill.
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In her layette, she looked fair.
‘Nimisha’, the parents called her.
When aged five, the polio plucked
the strings that her legs moved.
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Thick frame, thin glasses,
an old spectacles,
a keep sake,
a rarest inheritance
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Let its light of peace
Not be shaded by
The bullets and bombs.
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On the Penang Island, they collect divine charms
that the locals see not.

While canoeing in Zambia, they fathom the depth
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The Thylacine, the Caspian tiger,
the Caribbean monk seal…

As these beasts disappear,
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