Sharanya Manivannan
I am the propinquity of heart
to darkness. I am umbilical discord.
I am the haemorrhage of memory
uncoiling
the night in you.
I am as dirty as a secret,
brave as a matador,
powerful as sin.I am as wicked as you
think I am.The only thing I fear is
The above are the closing lines of a poem by Sharanya Manivannan that you can hear her read here.
