by FABIYAS M V
She also dies
to be reborn in hallucination.
Her spouse’s corpse
is wrapped in a white dhoti.
She makes everything
safe within the walls, slamming
the windows and doors.
Bacteria perform the post-funeral rites
before the burial.
A smoldering Frankincense gulps down
the fetid smell.
She’s one among the multitude who
can’t see *Mangalyaan
landing on the lap of Mars.
No one can alter
the earth’s flat shape in her mind.
Her peace feeds on the
scraps that a pretentious priest drops.
Her lips rain mantras,
yet shoots of life don’t sprout from the shroud.
within a circle of illusion.
There’s a meaning
in meaningless waiting.
*Mangalyaan – India’s first Mars mission
News clips from Malayalam dailies in Kerala, dated 6th July, 2017, featuring a lady, who keeps her husband’s dead body, wrapped in cloth, without burying, with the superstitious belief that the corpse will get life again, inspired me to pen this poem.