PUNITHA JOTHI

 A POEM BY 

PUNITHA JOTHI

Rendered in English by Latha Ramakrishnan(*First Draft)

When I turned a Truth into an Orange 

and began peeling its skin

Many found it comprising

sour slices.

Some found them to be

sweet segments.

Some saw it

as rotten fruit.

But in my hand

It remains ever

as an Orange.

‘THE DELUGE OF THE MASS OF SILENCE