Composting

Composting

We trade in the residue
Of stale emotions
Spent , chewed out
Malodorous carcass
Of feelings
Well past
Their consumption date

Use this compost
To smear our lens
Of the world, black
Bitter poets ?
We are hawkers
Of curdled pain

And yet , with enough time
With enough patience
With the sprinkling of some love

Perhaps this compost
Of half digested truths
May help grow a flower
Of hope, of beauty
In the spent soil
Of another's mind


--shubha

P.S. Inspired by a searing poem titled Litany by Anu Mahadev , and old poem by my mother