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.