Recalling memories was difficult.
I presume, today was not my day.
Theme uprooted, I stood for the branches,
the spirit, the truth, the roots.
Do I see more than what was needed?
Only eyes to eyes speak without words, sound,
vision or reality.
All the flowers have shed their petals. Now
seeds are shining. I feel liberated. The
faultline has defiled me. Bilingual insult.
Time leaves the questions in air, suspended.
You have to find the answers, yourself, in the
debris of arguments.
Bell’s palsy. Face, lips distorted, lids drooping,
speech slurred, you clog
the brain with help of anti-depressants,
how many endings you have seen?
I have not lit my dark cell,
moonlight, mauls the window,
jostles to enter
hurts in my face!
i know someone who has the exact same thing.......and this poem really pretty much described her....it was really good
So many sad illness in the world and this is certainly one of them. So well put. God bless you! Marilyn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The great American poet Allen Ginsburg suffered from Bell's Palsy. To my knowledge he never wrote a poem about it. I find Satish's handling of the subject to be quite moving. A great read as always.