Poem by Sharanya Manivannan



When you did not come back for me,

I bit off my braid and walked

my heaviness to the river


and cursed the many ways I had

sought to hold you, how I had stood

bloodless under the victor’s flag,


disarmed pillage, all my hopes quivering

mother-of-pearl in the moonlight.


Once, love was an unmarked territory,

a way to forge an uncommon ground.

Then, love lit a burning boundary,

and lifted its great wings in shame and


circled and circled and circled.

used to be brilliant. Now she's mostly a belle-lettrist.

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