In the forests of
Kanha, every so often
Strangler Figs
wrapped around trunks
of hosts unsuspecting
of their poor-Desdemona fate.
Kanha, every so often
Strangler Figs
wrapped around trunks
of hosts unsuspecting
of their poor-Desdemona fate.
A work of art
the young filigreeing fig -
intricate, tender,
intricate, tender,
vulnerable to peeling off
till it hardens beyond hurting.
till it hardens beyond hurting.
I love the Desdemona metaphor. So creative and so dark! Thank you for this poem, Anannya.
ReplyDeletewhat a striking image in that final line, dr. D!
ReplyDeleteThanks Sameer and Avani :)
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