by Gopikrishnan Kottoor
He gave up love
He gave up sex
He gave up everything.
He walks the streets in sun
And hail and snow
He’s a naked thing.
He’ll not beg,
He’ll just walk
He won’t even talk.
He has no need for tongue
He has no need of time
In the middle of the streets
He creates traffic jams.
So some one calls in the police.
They do not know what do with him either.
Wearing handcuffs goes
Against his philosophy of walking naked.
He says ‘ I am clothed all over with God.
Who is naked ? Not me’.
But the silly girls in their cars
Secretly measure his size.
And He’ll come back to them in their wet dreams,
As pure flesh.
That’s how God comes through man.
Naked. Wet.
In all forms of truth.
The police can only sigh,
As they push him into their jeep.
At least says the Commissioner on phone
Drinking his sip of whiskey
At least if he were a snake
We could push him back into the jungle.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Born (1956), Trivandrum, Kerala, India., Winner, All India Poetry Prizes, Poetry Society, India-British Council Awards (96, 97, 98), and other leading poetry prizes. Poetry published in Ariel (Canada), Orbis (UK), Nth Position (UK), Bluefifth Review (UK), Toronto Review (Canada), The Illustrated Weekly of India, Kavya Bharati (India), Fulcrum (USA), Verse, Seattle, (USA), Indian Literature, Arabesque Review, Plaza (Japan), Chandrabhaga (India), and others. Founder editor, Poetry Chain. Participant, MFA, Texas state University, (2000) Poet in Residence, Augsburg University, Germany (2004). Important works : Poetry : Father, Wake Us In Passing, (German Translation, Wolfgang Heyder) A Buchenwald Diary, Mother Sonata, Victoria Terminus, Poems Selected and New (2010). The Coloured Yolk of Love (2012). Drama: Fire In The Soul The Mask of Death. Novel : A Bridge Over Karma (Novel). Poetry included in The Bloodaxe book of Contemporary Indian Poetry In English, The Golden Jubilee Anthology of Post Independence Indian poetry In English, and Poetry Society, India anthologies.
Last updated April 02, 2012