“My Grandmother”
My maternal grandmother was a village,
My mother is a city.
I learnt long life from my grandmother
Because my mother is a fantasy of illusion;
Chasing life that is debouching from her!
Yet, she gets night blindness
While my grandmother saw at darkness with her three eyes.
The village once healed my soul’s sore
And juiced my sour mouth.
But in my mother, I become a sorehead
Looking for solitary happiness;
Sopping in postmodern glitterness!
