A poem by shelly bhoil sood
The wax is melting
from burning coals: my bones
Reducing me to skull
Oh! I sulk!
From the graveyards of yesteryears
the ghosts popped up
Dancing on my green pastures
the dirty dance of daddy darlings
The coffins were left open
If you wonder the last nail was ever nailed!
From where else you think
the ghosts leak out
and flow into
we are showcased to one after another:
Shelly Bhoil Sood
lives between India and Brazil. She was formerly a
lecturer in English at colleges in Delhi University and at
Amity University. At present she is given to full time
her reserach project on Tibetan English Literature.
Poem by Anupam Hazarika