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