Television Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

I can't feel like breathing
When you are shut and make
A dark face below the night bulb.
My ears yearn for the coarse voice
With which you correct the world,
Show it the blood and mayhem
Mankind spills in the streets.

We kiss each other
Before the kids and grandparents
Like two kittens in cold
To give each other warmth.

From under the blanket I watch
You curling up like a worm
And straightening your box like face
To let me sleep with music
Playing in the dreams.

Last time you banged my head
With the hammers from Palestine
And Ukraine and I could not help crying.

I covered you with a dark cloth
Not to see your face again.