Marji Lang
By
Daipayan Nair
My Skeleton World
Each sip from the glass is a tsunami
for the sleeping, for the helpless.
Each gulp is a landslide shaking a few off.
Each piece of cloth is a new built city
with a new curtailment of freedom.
Each footwear is a rich corrupted betrayer
using the land for flight and not the land.
My skin sections call for the brutal killing of emotion
into pieces of love, hate and nothingness.
My flesh is unlimited wealth making me
greedier at the slightest flea sting.
My very breath is the open door in a cyclone.
My skeleton world is a combination of known,
unknown and deliberate tyrannies.
Thank you ??
The last lines speak so much. Very good.