The Funeral of Love
Sreekanth Kopuri
In the beginning
the earth,
the clock and
the pulse of heart
were safe, wrapped
in the ozone skin,
locked with that
forbidden ripeness
- the red alert, but
an old beam of light
blinded by greed
falls in the garden
where my mother’s
love plasticized into
an impulse of
mortal enlightenment,
crunched the lock to
open the forbidden virus
that speeded its culture
into the offspring that
tries to ban the plastic
covers today to heal
the debilitating wound
on the ozone of love.
Somewhere a burning
wind breaks its silence,
blows towards north
for a perpetual summer
of our lonely funerals.
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Sreekanth Kopuri is an Indian English poet from Machilipatnam – a colony – India. He was an alumni Writer in Residence, at Strange Days Books Greece. He recited his poetry and presented his research papers in many countries. His poems and research articles were widely published in journals like Heartland Review, Nebraska Writers Guild, Poetry Centre San Jose, Underground Writers Association, Word Fountain, A New Ulster, to mention a few. His book Poems of the Void was the finalist for the EYELANDS BOOKS AWARD. Kopuri is presently an independent research scholar in Contemporary Poetry, silence, and Holocaust poetry. He lives in his hometown Machilipatnam with his mother teaching and writing.
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