By Amitabh Vikram Dwivedi
These apparels are mere adoration on our bodies.
Pure and naked, we bathe in each other’s pond.
Like true lovers, we are just born in one another’s lap.
There is no sign of dying and decay.
We do not know our religions even.
We shake, and clinch our fists,
With our eyes half open, and half closed in ecstasy.
We cry for light, and
Idle tears fall as we release, they do not know–
That we want to dissolve into each other’s love.
Amitabh Vikram Dwivedi is university faculty and assistant professor of linguistics at Shri Mata Vaishno Devi University, India; and author of two books on lesser known Indian languages: A Grammar of Hadoti and A Grammar of Bhadarwahi. As a poet, he has published around fifty poems in different anthologies, journals, and magazines worldwide. Until recently, his poem “Mother” has included as a prologue to Motherhood and War: International Perspectives (Eds.), Palgrave Macmillan Press. 2014.