“How
do we make x the subject of the
equation in a country where:
a is
a metaphor of darkness,
b is
a feast of vultures,
c is
an abattoir of human bones,
d is
a breastfeed of hunger?”
My
student asked about the market storm in October 20.
This question, like a
bird, flies but fails to hear a hunter’s gunshot:
when a cow eats up her
own farm
& beg the left-over
grass for forgiveness
“the equation is: ax = b + c + d” I said to him.
Here:
two eyes drop streams
of sorrow in wilderness,
no subject can be
expunged from the equation,
it rather transforms –
like chameleon – and travels into a new colony.
“a” divides itself in
both sides:
ax = b + c + d
a a
x
is
now the subject of the country:
x
is synonymous to death & death is synonymous to x
“Tell me the value of x?
Or is it an antidote of burning freedom?” I asked.
This guest article was submitted by Anonymous .
I fear dogs more than I fear sickness
