2020 Poetry — Malashree Suvedi

April 2020

for all the talk of Foucault,
i have never met a man who loved
to sin as much as I did. And one day-
I might revisit these gates, a time
before mankind was taken away, the word man is a matter of power discourse

the word language is a matter of controversy.

there’s an easy way out of this, become someone who is loved in equal party, always become someone for whom emotions don’t st-st-stutter.
become someone for whom love is a given, and kindness is not pity.

but It is diðcult to become someone you will never be.

Maybe next time
I’ll write a poem that makes sense.