No Politics Please Poem by Feneena S Mohamed

Waters, juicy chambers,
Devouring hungry tongues,
Amidst media prattle
on feets and inches.


Smell of flesh
Raw life, blooded water.
Shrieks and shouts-
For the child, the dinghy.


The boatman's voice-
"Lie down, lie down."
A body bloated
Floated by the shore,
Someone dear and loved.

Death by water.
A mother's wailed lullaby
As the current carries
An only child.


Clouds burst again into
Pellets of rain;
While, rescued ones
They sit on scum
And dream about lives.

Girls in hostels, airlifted
with morning dew-
their nighties drenched in shutter-shock.

Auto-rickshaw, stranded,
Dashed to the median.
Wicker baskets inside brim
of red blood tomatoes
trembling in the rain.

Glasses splattered;
Shimmering in the sun,
lost their glaze with the rain.

Gifted tilapia, dazed
gobbled in salt water, musing
about fresher days.