by Mickyso Kutti
[box]A man plagued by loneliness and lost in thought has a new visitor and perhaps a new friend. Mickyso Kutti’s poem reveals more.[/box]A baby frog hops into my dank shanty
Day when the noon looks like the rotten night
And presentiment of deluge
I have been drinking the country liquor
It has no labels, you don’t get drunk on rainy days
On country liquor for which you still owe money
I brood over many things
One of which is loneliness –
If death doesn’t kill, loneliness will
The picture of skull and bones
Hurriedly sketched in bitumen
Upon the sole junction-box
Forever bares all teeth,
Which means he must have died young
or ceaselessly happy
Been a long time since I had a mare
To take me down the valley lanes
And fetch myself rations from the nomad shops
Where the mountain women with epicanthal eye-folds
And yellow streaks on their faces
Sell broken rice and kerosene
The frog-eyes
Are curious arches of wonderment
– Is there anything wrong?
Apart from not hiding the porno clippings
scattered scrumptiously
on the metal-trunk I am leaning on
I think of chasing the hobo away
But the wanderer doesn’t mind my presence
Thinks it’s alright to have me around.
And finds the corner under my cot somewhat cozy
His one-way imprints
Designate the best roads to happiness
The ones sharing loneliness.
Mickyso Kutti is a Chennai-based writer.
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I enjoyed reading the poem Innuendo. The poet seems to love being alone. His perception of Skull and bones is unique, even humorous.