Discarded Tongue
How simpler are they!
The A and B of standard first
How difficult are my native
tongue
That I learned from Panachikkad
Standing in the queue
And offering rituals .
More elegant are
T he belted trousers and long
tie
Than the festival dress
My parents fondly made me garb
Why to bye-heart multiplication
tables
when calculator readily available
When the fish-lets die en mass
in trolling net
Before they could see the sky
and land
The baited fish lodges
complaint
The fisher man trapped her to
devour her chastity.
The
mosquito was
fearlessly draining
my
blood
The
frog was waiting to satiate its hunger right
And
the water snake for a chance to devour the frog
While
everything was right in nature's law
The L P school
was counting the
jail door
bars
Over
a charge of pelting stones
At
stray dogs that hounded my
mother tongue.
The
thrill of travel fills in a water bottle
when
the 26 alphabets grouped
And
raped the 56 alphabets in a school bus.
I
could not call oh ! mother
when
I saw an insane women's
scattered
bag in a zebra line
I saw
my tongue
together
with her body
Discarded
in a plantain leaf.