BEDS: N 10° 45’ 55” / E 78° 42’ 35”

in it we clip it comics

Appa, our sheets are sails when those people came

they trapped the wind that leaves your body behind

so we find a piece of it land

in it we clip it the postage stamps

Papa, our letters are shirts when those people came

they stripped the night that leaves your body behind

so we loosen the it soil

in it we clip it the obituaries

Bapa, our names are masks when those people came

they carve out the eyes that leave your body behind

so we dig the it damp

in it we clip it the headlines

Naana, our rice is sand when those people came

they filled the bowls that leave your body behind

so we peel back the it sod

in it we clip it the coupons

Baba, our blood is water when those people came

they drained the well that leaves your body behind

so we fill it with it sky

in it we clip it the tongue

Abbaa, our cries are coups when those people come

they will steal the sons who leave your body behind

Source: PoetryNow (2019)