Over Seventy Thousand Fathoms of Water — Poem by Anilkumar P V

(by, of and for a nil)


You the sky incarnate

Pick snows from the furnace

And throw them effortlessly

At the sinews of memories

When the rain brings horror

To the clouds of your hair

                                  I dream of your face

                                  Soft with struggles

                                  Cuddled in my arms

The sun waves and rocks

I brought from the east

Your eyes had all the surprise

A sigh that I heard clearly

All the way down I felt the pain

Of your nail yet to be born                                                                                                     

A new sprout in the backyard

The songs of various birds

The vines of blue bells on the wall

It is red red red all the way

Slanting through the white

The first of red with flesh

Not in the vision of the church yet

With your nudity crowd and kid


Anilkumar P V is a young poet, fiction author and essayist in English.  He teaches at Govt College Thrissur. 



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