a poem a day by A.J.Rao


I now want to re-learn alphabet
Wiping off traces of the old one
From a slate of child’s memory
Using spit with which kids wipe
The alphabet writ over and over.

How I miss teacher’s long gown
And the lime tree that had stuck
To alphabet memory as a smell
And the crows dropping pebbles
In pots of increasing water level
As auditory experience on water.

“f” now sounds adult and vulgar
Not a sound of sandalwood paste
We slapped on boyish foreheads
As lips reverently came together
Like they were hands in namaste.
I want to re-learn the whole thing.


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