Page 79 - SHAPES OF LOVE

MY LOVE WHAT SORT OF TIME IS THIS

My kisses What sort of time is this
Tattooed on When someone is sowing the field
Your starry eyes Whereas the crop is claimed by
Weeding out
The pain Someone else,
The prick of When someone is carrying the
My finger nails Heavy load of bricks
On the wet Whereas someone else is
Sand of the river Claiming the building,
Will sculpt you When someone is doing
My love songs All the hard work
Whereas someone else is
@R.Suresh Babu Reaping all the benefits.

What sort of time is this
When wolves and hyenas have grabbed
All the torches and lamps
Whereas we are standing unarmed
In pitch darkness.

What sort of time is this
When there is darkness at noon,
When a gnawing din is
Eating into our innards,
When pygmies are casting long shadows
From Ayodhaya to Bamiyan,
From Syria to Afghanistan.

@S. Sushant
70 K.C. Sethi & Sunita Sethi SHAPES OF LOVE 71