An Angel Meeting Me

and may be we will
almost fall in love...
I will look into his eyes,
and he into mine—
my one single eye,
(the unfortunate other
blinded by a disciplinizing slap)
and we will agree, adjust
that Love can be Blind.
And he, healthy boy
well-fed, white with his rosy cheeks,
will wonder about me,
pity my bony body, those thin ribs
and worry
and feel my twisted ears
and the scars on my hands,
(reminders of the flirtation
of my skin and a cruel cane)
and perhaps lift my skirt...
Before he learns the greater horrors,
I owe him the truth of me—
So, I will say to him:
"I went to school".

by Meena Kandasamy

Comments (9)

Good poem
...............very very interesting.....and a great theme....
Microbe a good poem and recited well. Its beauty lies in the subject and theme it gives. Science being the investigating task of the universe and living beings the importance of science and such facts are useful in poetry also to know about it to ordinary readers and surely the medium of poetry is highly useful it seems. This poem on microbe a beautiful and marvelous one.
Love it. Playful and still technical. A lot of love in this poem.
What a fun and interesting poem! So wonderfully vividly descriptive.
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