THAT WORKPLACE by Devayani Anvekar
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| Image | Rafael Rodrigues |
THAT WORKPLACE
your escape from college, another
larger cage, to follow high school
house exotic parrots to teach.
prompt the birds to speak, what they
been made fit to know and speak.
impress delight their master and his
guests, you escaped like prisoner
from prison.
only to find yourself inside yet
another larger prison. a chic cell.
offer you bits of cherished relief and
delight whistling, playing, with your
own bit of crisp flapping bank-notes.
but still, not, with your own bit of
mind flit, chirp inside.
you with a parched land’s thirst
for water, seek
a Love
/
a God
/
a Divine Being
/
a Prophet / a Saint / a Deity
/
a Heaven
that will. plant light that gleams
like glistening diamonds
in your eyes.
genuine smiles laughter flower
like exotic fragrant mogra flowers
on your pink lily lips.
© Devayani Anvekar
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| Devayani Anvekar |
Devayani Anvekar is illustrator, caricaturist, of social and domestic issues. She lives in Goa, India. She writes poetry, fiction, and non-fiction prose when drawing fails to help her grasp human struggle. Her written work has appeared in 50-Words Stories, The Metaworker, and is forthcoming in The Genre Society, Witcraft.
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