Poetry by Arathy Asok

​What Shall I Not Do To Forget

And when you are silent
On the other end of glass
I bleed my hands
To touch
What we left unfinished.

Does it feel then
Strange and alien to walk under  another sky
Does it feel then easy
Not to think of me
Or in another country  you call yours
Is it full of spring
That you forget my summer?

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​No Country To Own

What will people do
Who have no city to call their own
Whose houses were four corners they turned
When life took them.
What will such people do
Who long to grow roots
But who stumble when they see faces
Trying to recollect
Each face from a dead memory
Memory that was not born, naturally.
What would such people do
Who want to know what it is
To dwell under the same sky
The same sunrises and sunsets
A meal on the wooden table
There forever to take
And the evenings
A circle around the tea cup
What would they not do to swing their hands
In the alleys ways
Knowing for sure
The next corner they must turn?

Bio: Arathy Asok was born in Kerala, India, completed M Phil from the University of Calicut. Currently employed as Assistant Professor at Government Victoria College Palakkad. Her poems have been published in various journals and an Anthology. She is also working on a book of short stories and illustrated poems.

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