The Mole
—poetry by Ananya S. Guha

I hate to say it 
but the mole on my nose
is only an architecture of disdain
pure contempt for grecian looks
and ultra
violets have broken into unmusical 
songs, I  have  hand for blasphemy
for those in exile ( in oblivion)
but the mole gives intrepid warmth
to a less than humane heart
heart that mocks at  love
and sees in body lust 
philanderer of  hope, testimony
coming back to the mole,the nose itches
in radical protest against human faces
of dignity. revolt then, you reprobates
crush the sinner's dying plea of  resurrection.
the mole looks blacker, wilder and the body

Ananya S Guha lives in Shillong, INDIA.

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