Drooled
Photo: Karan Madhok
‘just the sight / of your spit’s spite / being unswallowed / from your throat’
spit it out
spit it as you are,
spit in my yard,
your spit
works like magic
it bakes flowers,
and the mucus of yours
nourishes my home,
the second the saliva
will touch the ground,
it will fertilize my heart
and my yard,
and it won’t urge for
any water, any light,
just the sight
of your spit’s spite
being unswallowed
from your throat,
moreover,
spitting won’t be a loss
you’ll find the comfort,
through wet dirt,
you’ll be some grams lighter,
the void of voice
will be unsustained,
and for some time
I’ll feel not stray.
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Shaurya Pathania is currently pursuing his Masters in English Literature at Delhi University. An aspiring writer who likes to read Robert Frost and William Butler Yeats on rainy days. His poems recently appeared in Synchronized Chaos magazine. You can reach out to him on Instgaram: @shauryapathania__.
