Hexed Poem by Akhila Viswambharan

Remember, those snowy white walls,
The weighty wooden frames and
The shades of sunlight that creeped in
Through the skylight roof?

Paintings you favoured and
Strokes I finessed upon
Like the menagerie of art
That surrounded the walls.

Sap-filled gardens I made,
Oblivious to the moocher
That made them ephemeral.

Edible greens wore down
With the scorching heat,
Misguided by your passion.

Trapped in the Mahjong colors
Were the tentacles of your adulation,
That hatched another in discrete.

Relentlessly ruthless,
Those covetous eyes,
Possessed you and
Eternally damned all 
That we had as HOME.