Written in mud

How slyly you, shy away your slurs

The murmur, and the annoyingly cackle, graces the divine, oh little you!

You mother a rain, you mother the sound, you mother the universe

From society’s stigma, your vagina bleeds

Why you carve for coconuts in temples, why you yearn for new cloths, when you need a pad ?

The rusty tools, the bowels, another news of an abort

Did he ask?

Oh, you are born of flames, why you scare a race of rat,

That night, he drank your flames between your thighs

And today, you pissed, a humanity down

Shame, you wrote everything in mud

                                             - Roop K.Nath

My languorous body

The perched birds chirps, before my alarm yells

I walk down the pebbled ways, the fallen leafs creaks,

I am weighted

I see, people

All I observe, bellies in big, small, flat

I way all

every day I cross a gym

Steel frames, steel nerves

Big window glasses, through which they mock

My eyes registers, that silver haired lady

In crew-cut and shot pants, sodden in toil

Machos lifting, face cringing and muscles crying

I eye my paunch, safe under shabby shirt

..so buttery toned

“you shame me” I silently say

And I happily pass by

                                                     -Roop K.Nath,1^st November 2017