Lives
Unlived
1.
The little girl in the school
was grappling with a math equation
hai Allah, prayed she
I’d rather die than be put to shame
in front of the whole class
not giving the right answer
A
million questions gushed forth
when the bomb exploded
over her head blasting
all right answers
2.
The sharp pain in the shoulder
did not hold the mother from lifting
the heavy iron to get the creases of her
uniform in place
with
the sudden explosion
the girl’s hands at once reached out to the creases
to save her mother the labour for the next day
blown
to smithereens by the blast
she ended up saving her the labour forever
Cycle
of Ruptures
Through
the crumbling
orthodoxy of thought and
feelings unfreezed
they made love in the cusp
between life and death
A
ball of throbbing nerves
tumbled out of
biological chaos
Igniting memories of
the birth of motherhood
The
child an assurance of continuity
strands of knowledge
etched in collective memory
of multiple pasts
the child wiser than all humanity
Wisdom
lies still and silent
till language infiltrates into the baby brain
rubs the mind clean
and installs the software
to learn all over again
First
Love
The little girl in the school
was grappling with a math equation
hai Allah, prayed she
I’d rather die than be put to shame
in front of the whole class
not giving the right answer
when the bomb exploded
over her head blasting
all right answers
The sharp pain in the shoulder
did not hold the mother from lifting
the heavy iron to get the creases of her
uniform in place
the girl’s hands at once reached out to the creases
to save her mother the labour for the next day
she ended up saving her the labour forever
orthodoxy of thought and
feelings unfreezed
they made love in the cusp
between life and death
tumbled out of
biological chaos
Igniting memories of
the birth of motherhood
strands of knowledge
etched in collective memory
of multiple pasts
the child wiser than all humanity
till language infiltrates into the baby brain
rubs the mind clean
and installs the software
to learn all over again
that which remains most
is what leaves us
nor rushing
or breathing down the neck
to touch
to smell
to taste;
remaining in the privacy
of silence
uncomplaining
