Sreekala Sivasankaran Poems

The squirrel came today
Separated from the mother

Half dead in the hands of the playing cats
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Can you see Ma standing on the balcony?

I can see her standing on the balcony
Against the backdrop of the Warli landscape of the bedsheet
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Single Woman Poet

What do you do?
I write poems
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New Year Toast*


The toast I promised
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Words...
Just a few alphabets
The same old building blocks
Handful of raw materials
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Poem can bloom

Madness of society
Tore into pieces
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They were trying to define beauty
Truth, justice, strength
In all fairness and darkness
Let it be so
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Nothing is there
Just nothingness
No matter what we do
We see the same old torn pieces of clothes
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Rain-washed earth
Still smelling like death
The flesh of moving animals
Not moving anywhere
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Deserts are rising
Dryness, nausea, fatigue
Here's where we dumped
Our words yesterday
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