Self-portrait of a Malayalee

I am the train that runs over me
crushing me to death
I am the rope that hangs me
from the ceiling of the ancestral home
I am the poison that whips my blood streams
and gives me a hasty, nasty blue demise
I am the well I jump into
that fills water in all the corners of my heart
I am the roaming pyre
ready to cremate me all the time.

I am the victory stand too, that projects me proudly
and managing my laughter
says:" Get lost, world

Lekshmy Rajeev

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