Parattu Beevi's Face Poem by FABIYAS M V

Her face is a pre-
independent Indian make.
Its pale white reminds
of the British rule.
Red rash on her cheek
seems a remnant
of old blood-shed
during the despotic rule.

Her orthodox society
had nipped her love-pimple,
but its hole remains.

A miniature portrait of
her parched paddy farm
in an old drought
gets visible in a mole
below her nose.

A stitch scar lies
on her eyebrow
like the carcass
of a worry-mouse.

There are wrinkles
as the tree rings
with imprints of life
on her face.

Now she looks at
the hypocrisy around
with a cauliflower-frown.
Today's plastic life
doesn't leave behind
any impression
on her visage.

First printed in my book, Kanoli Kaleidoscope, published by Punkswritepoemspress, US, then reprinted in The Literary Hatchet, US.