Cholesterol Poem by FABIYAS M V

A lab produces
anxieties on
large scale. A
doctor's eyes
strand on the
cholesterol
while sailing
down the lab
report. But his
words remain
unabsorbed
on her brain's
surface. Her
mind is a dead
zone of little
learning, where
cholesterol
doesn't grow.
The doctor
forbids*biriani,
ghee-rice, fried
beef, mutton
chops… A
deadpan smile
spreads on her
wizened lips.
Each forbidden
food has been
beyond her
penury since
times immemorial.


*biriani - a South Asian dish.


First printed in The Literary Hatchet(issue#16)