Prison Notes
Bastar Cockfight by Sreekala S Achuthan glides in his bermudas Along the Chitrakote [1] waterfalls Reading the river for his end-term Osho’s tongue licks his wet thighs from his pocket Neil has migrated to the internet Computer has grown 24 legs His father from the city does not get him On the mobile phone. Alban has not come to the school His mother’s wounds need dressing Of his tears and lessons as the drunken father Snores atop the afternoon Tarcila has run like a hound To get an income certificate from Her illiterate sarpanch to submit to the Suited booted university. At the moot court rehearsals when, Cocks fight to defend the space laws Moon has walked onto the mahua tree Asking for the hands of a stable partner The woman prisoner awaiting trial At the Bastar central jail Has to go back home To fight for drinking water Shall we go to the forests? Where warmth would be waiting, Where all the denials get sacrificed, And shade you enough from the pain of remembering? I will meet yo