by Gargi Sidana
Naphthalene balls soaked in the mind’s socket
Am I the wrong pair of chromosomes looming in the mother’s locket?
I reminiscence a faint memory of flushing away a filthy brocket
Mannequin breasts lie hidden under the crimson fabric,
Fabricated in the rosemary blossoms; coveted by the hawk
Pouring the red moon on their lips; everyone gawks with an urge to lick
Bottle gourd desire lies buried deep inside chiffon attire.
Facial nerves scream a little bit louder; exposing masculine hair
Countless eyes fixed like I am ghastly inhumane yearning to snare,
Strolling in murky streets, and scowling in the inner heat,
Not much whiteness on broad cheeks; not so much traction on a lot of iris tweeze
Who knows where to find tranquillity and how to wipe out this crisis?
We strive to seek love and endurance in people,
For uncivilised people like me.
Am I born to suffer, to persecute and shovel down from the cliff?
We are brought to segregate, nestle on filthy roads and succumb to bluffs.
Death comes like androgynes lurking to scoff at my oblong state,
Carrion beetles and crickets, flesh flies being a funeral for my corpse
Is this my unfathomable fate or destiny to live like a scapegoat?
Is this my foible wish to demand life just like you endure?
Or my naive, eccentric thought of giving them the authority to call humans.
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Gargi Sidana is a voracious reader and a skilled writer from India. Her poems were chosen for the OPA Anthology, Iceblink Literary Journal and Spillword Press.
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