In Memory of Sandy Hook (To The Innocent Lives Lost)

Gunshots wounding innocence, When there is a prize to pay for freedom, Like a culture splattered by ballistics, And modern-day cowboys, who kill Unguarded lives, who play on sandpits Or go down mat slides, or even fly kites, The ones who are wronged by the advent of age, To know there is a merciless world…

Jaffna Children 2

Through the patchwork horizon You hear of rehabilitation and reinstatement of civilians Where they once belonged. And here, you too find, ragamuffins That sweat imbued innocence Grafting the hoodoo of the wind To hover a kite on the Jaffna sky And just a mile ahead, there is an old man A tiger sympathizer, smoking A…

Childhood

Twinkle are little stars Diamonds inside little irises. Only love, incalculable with no formula Resting in one infinity sign And a child’s face is the perfect moon Enumerating innocence, smile it seems Is paying it forward. A beacon with a beam. Love is the only space craft Needed to land on the moon turf. And…

Child Abuse 2

I Through the carnivore eye, the clenched jaw The brutal canines, there is a strain of predator And here you find a man who was supposed to nurture Like a wolf, become the lion and then the hyena Lions are for the chase of preys, gazelles, antelopes, elands And even ungulates such as zebras that…

Child Abuse

Child is a little biological curio That is presented to the window shopper And through the darkest hour, the negro nights Of the Gingerbread house The child is fattened for the cull. Like a calf staring at her owner Knowing veal is a delicacy to the distorted mind. And one act is all it takes…

Nature’s People

We don’t practice giving back to nature The same one that feeds us, replenishes us and makes us whole. We wait as deforestation and fragmentation Takes away indigenous habitats and native reserves We are blubber-rich in our hearts – the sacred love of oil. We love shale oil mined from the Dakotas And supplied through…

A Chat with My Son

I told my son, be kind – it doesn’t cost anything And it gives you something back, called “Karma” So he asked me “What is Karma, Daddy” I told him it’s like when I call your momma “beautiful” And when no one is watching, when you’re fast asleep She gives me snacks and steals sweets…

Childbirth

Under a leaf of a mulberry plant There was a lone fetus – a cocoon Passing her time, walls as narrow As the thin skin partition between Blood veins and air channels And one day, the cocoon spread her walling panels And made a small orifice, big enough for an exit Wings would now fly…

Childhood

Like a paper boat That swims in a mud puddle Or a wooden top that spins On a polished floor Perhaps a gangly skipping rope In the palms of a pig-tailed girl Even some pieces of lego In the hands of a baby boy The many shapes and sizes of toys That are unwrapped and…