Poems by
Anitha Menon

Words

a poem by Anitha Menon

Words!
These double timers
acting oftentimes
as curtains for thought.
Don’t play your
cloak and dagger games
with me.
Look me in the eye
and speak out.
I am no wilting wall flower
to wither away
nor naive
enough to fall
for your masked niceties.
Let truth blaze
from your eyes
springing
from the heart
rather than convenient standbys
to be used
and discarded
worthlessly.