Geetha munnurcode
I
looked at your illuminated face
Expectantly
To
be admired and accepted.
But….
Unwinding
my thirsted speculations
You
chose to drive me in, to absorb me
And
the classic shape lines of my features…..
All
the fineries of my soul and spirit……
Then
swallowed all of me.
In
an irrevocable instinct, I realize
My
senses are swirling round to bouts of fits……
In
the reflection……..
Against
the hawk like face,
The
eagle beak nose
And
the jutting chin
Smiling
dourly the crinkled lips
The
sour eyes admonishing…..
Alas!
In a moment’s scintillation
I
could bounce at you, I am fortunate
That
even on the peak of mounting agony
I
could stamp and stab you
Yes,
I’ve recovered myself
From
the festooned cage!
