Meena Somasundaram

Yards Do Create.






Hanging up the clothes in the backyard
she heard the gossip that went round the court-yard
one talking about the other who was absent
building up stories of her without any sense
unable to hear further more as all were lies
she went to the front in a fly
while the court-yard resonated with meaningless talks
she decided all of a sudden to go for a walk
away in the fields wherein the drying yard that lay ahead
she saw birds flocking and putting their heads
curious to know what it was fearing not to chase
she noiselessly went to the place
well there she saw a bird lying in a pool of blood
while the other birds were fondling her with the head
Struck by the situation at home and here
she walked past feeling ashamed to be there..

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