Lying the Truth
Grandpa never lied to us,
died all along, a death of a Man;
Grandma tried enough to convince
My Mom before she filed
for separation; sighing:
‘Man sows the seeds
Women are to harvest’;
when I was
young enough to love
the dancing sparrow at loft.
And my eldest cousin was
virgin then, and still,
she wasn’t seduced.
And when, my brother
didn’t take me to fly
the kites on the roof,
suing me ‘a spoil of the sport’.
Did I ever feel bad?
Do I feel it now?
No! I was happy then
and am happier now with
what Grandpa’s left.
My Grandpa was rich.
My brother never comes back
Since he is of Papa’s share
and me of Mom, since they part.
All lived happily after;
no cluster, no chain; help
Grandma died last year
long lying the truth!
Published in the Proceedings of 5th National
Seminar of Guild of Indian English Writers, Editors and Critics (GIEWEC) in
collaboration with J. K. C. College, Guntur, Andhra Pradesh on Multiculturalism,
Human Values and Language and Literature