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Tuesday, December 11, 2012


by Reena Prasad

Sap oozes into brown coconut shells
Firm hands grasp the trunks
The mercilessly cut, gasp

Slanting hordes of trees
stretch up, wailing silently
at the fleeing sun
White blood trickles
under the cover of plastic
as nature cries a drizzle
over her unedible milk

Hot tea talks to a damp newspaper
discussing the falling price of life
Age stumbles around with rubber sheets
chasing the afternoon sun.

Low grade tears continue
after the tapping knife has taken away
the virgin milk
till one day the NRI needs
all his golden eggs together

The trees milked dry
stand ready for the slaughter
The aged one wonders about her daily gruel
after the loot has been stashed away

Eventually the sap in every vein
dries out.


  1. one of the best poets i came across in recent times from kerala writing in english along with a few others like a.v.varghese, prathap kamath, ravi shanker - just extraordinary writers - oh yes and me too :)

  2. Thank you Ampat Sir for your good words.