Metamorphosed into translucence,
a girl of eight and this too, in
the land of the boy child
neighbourhood of boy children
and the sun pelts the sky with colour
a strange azure of repugnance.
Chameleon holds onto a leaf of coconut
that surreptitiously courts the Ixora.
A sad illusionist on a broken dream
amidst the startling red flowers
enraptured at his spectacle.
Girl vexed at the punishing heat
that stills the heart and stuns the soul
into the torpor of summer’s
Aggrieved reptile slow motioning
down the midrib escaping
the sepulchral glare of a humid doom.
The reptile has failed to turn into a mottled leaf.
Now solely the ashen hue of escape,
each eye tracing outlines of different boy,
superstitious little fanatics seeking retribution,
reeking of ideology, punishing the camouflage of wonder
for the crucifixion of christ.
Childhood experiences woven in with sorry tales of little boys enmeshed in the superstitions of the day.
India is plagued by sex selective abortions and a skewed sex ratio still. The girl child is still translucent or disappearing.
Ixora is a tropical evergreen shrub with bright flower clusters.