I FAIL LIKE THE JACKFRUIT THAT HAS NO PAST IN YOUR TIME Malavika S Udayan Shred a golden layer of the fruit, soft and slow, I prefer a blank page. Alright, a single piece of jackfruit flesh I raise the fruit for you to watch- The flesh is fresh. I frown and complain Ummm.. I savour it like Eve would have and strike out chapters I did not read to you. When I lost today, I looked for you to read- I did hope you would stop by the crater hole to read
a thin transparent wafer off the new wrap.
I shake my head, wobble it and fight,
in its golden yellow, shines like the first page-
‘To my beloved’ ‘To Noorie’ ‘To Susan’.
the creases are perfect in its bright folds.
Pages flutter and light rains in squares,
“these letters are too small” there is a child I lose
in the pages of a book with small fonts- and her name is now.
if Adam shared the apple. The letters criss-cross,
We ate well a piece of jackfruit,
like a sin you gifted me to share
where you planted me when I was sin,
like a wilful seed that just wouldn’t sprout for gold- and I fail.
Poem: I Fail Like The Jackfruit That Has No Past In Your Time- Malavika Ed By Seena Srevalson

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