Thought for Food

Lina Krishnan

 

I sent him a poem

When he turned eight

Months, not years

It lies now, in a drawer

 

Where his naani put it

To keep it safe from him who was

Hold your breath – trying to eat it

 

I’m aware that verse at times

Does consume the poet

But whoever thought of

Lines becoming food

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