Childhood
As a child, I used to chew paper,
As an adult paper chews me
seeking an apology.
When love triangles mantled cinemas
Now I wondered if they too can be
solved by Pythagoras theorem
When I carried a grape in my chest pocket,
wondering if my burning heart
could ripen it into a resin
When I traced the world map
with a red sketch pen
wondering if Earth and Mars
would then be twins.
When I wondered if they sold
women in black polythene bags
When I intentionally left one shoe
outside the temple wanting
it to be found by a prince
I am glad, there's no cinderella today
Perhaps if there was one,
The news channels would collapse
debating whether
she is a Hindu or a Muslim.
I was neither a child
of summer, nor winter.
When I was a child,
I wondered. I wondered too much
that if fingerprints were
shadows of my fingers
Or if earth shaving her green
body hair after being stigmatized
too was deforestation.
If climate change is
universes' menstrual cycle
Or why white is never written before black?
If blindness comes out of vision or
Does the moon know
about constellations?
The signal glitches
because satellites are tired too?
A childhood left unanswered,
grew up into a question ending with a full stop.
