Can you feel me, my love?
…
the ponderous mass of my lungs
hold back my breath
and hefty heart bounces clumsily
midst the cumbersome veins
intertwined with the bulky bones
…
my half-closed eyes
covering the dislocated eyeballs
and cracked lenses
with creases on the brows
under the slit opened forehead
…
the gametes of the rotten worm
trekking in my mouth
make my breath denser
than the opaque yellow phlegm
of my clogged nose
…
the dilating wax of my left ear
leaks through the right
infesting my pillow with
green yellow red white
oozed mucus and toadstool
…
Can you feel me, my love?
My basal ganglia is engraved,
With serrated deception and jagged hoax.
You have come to see me with a bouquet of rose,
So many fruits, apples, berries and mangoes,
You were the worm and I, a sick rose,
Can you heal me, my love?
You can’t feel me though!
Bio-Note
I, Sanjana Srivastava, am M.A (English) from St. Paul’s Cathedral Mission College, University of Calcutta. I am pursuing B.Ed from Adamas University and Certificate Course in Linguistics from Jadavpur University. I have presented papers in international and national seminars and webinars. My papers and poems have been published nationally and internationally in anthologies, e-magazines and journals. I wish to pursue my doctoral research in the discipline of Gender Studies and Body Politics. The link to my Facebook account is https://www.facebook.com/sanjana.srivastava.7927.
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