No Room


There is no room for angst in this house.

Here, tears hide behind index fingers,

and anger is grated in the coconut

to prepare chutney—

chutney as bitter as last night,

when words minced dreams.

A thousand pieces

splattered around the house—

and there’s no room that can contain it.

Picture: Shravan K


 

 


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