A Confession - Poem by Ponniah Ganeshan
You need not kiss
This small heaped corpse of mine
You need not either
Hate my soul which confines to a huddled
I am tattered and torn by a
Thousand small things;
Into the repetition of my love and hatreds
I lost my legs to walk and tired
I am soiled and being hung
On a wall invisible high above.
When I am brought before you
I become loose- ends,
Yet I face your outermost will
Of the determined love at times
Whenever I look out
Only the street devoid of any stirring
I can not count stars, trees and leaves
In this vast universe
And keep account.
I set fire to all shattered pieces
In my head within
The burning in a burning within.
My blackness thickens
When I am brought before a blunt probe
I am caught between your tyrannous pressure
And black resistance
My blackness thickens.
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