Poems from shashank.v.rao.1
I reach for the canister of ash
And take my thumb and smear it
On my neck, like a holy gash.
I wear my thread every day.
I don't...
Listen now, youngest of us.
On the edge of ruin, I am wiser
And perhaps, you shall be as well.
A crimson silk carpet runs beneath
The...
I don't need your anger or your hate.
I don't need your rampant misogyny.
I don't need any of that. None of us do.
Those people didn't...
The family next door just bought a vase.
Venetian glass, they tell us. Very fancy.
Took a lot of money and effort to get here.
It looks...
"I speak Kannada." I tell people sometimes.
"Do you mean Canada?" they ask.
I shake my head, and they laugh.