THE RECIPROCATION
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R. Nappinnai (India)
“Hey, let’s give you a
makeover”, they enticed.
“Let you be glazed,
brightened and made appealing”, they allured.
“Let you be fast n
furious”, they wheedled.
Did they wait for my nod?
Fell were my trees;
Closed were my waterways;
Attired was I with
radiating tarmac.
“Beautiful! Exact!
Perfect!” – Their satisfied utterances.
“Hey, you’re unbearably hot
nowadays”, they ranted.
You’re nasty, stinking and
suffocating”, they slurred.
“Why can’t you give us
water?” they angrily quizzed.
“We never wanted this
deluge”, they lamented.
“You’re selfish”, they
accused
amidst the wizzing and
woozing, amidst the blaring horns,
amidst the felled trees,
amidst
the stinking plastic waste.
Mute and silent and
accepting,
I reciprocate what I am given.