person Rishitha Shetty, three poems
Rishitha Shetty lives in Bangalore, India. Her work has appeared in The wild word, Califragile, Muse India, Spark Magazine, The Quail Bell Magazine, The Indian Review, and The Literary Yard. She is a member of Bangalore Writers Workshop.
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Riversong
A dip in the Netravati,
to wash sins that
escape soap.
It is said that when a
wounded tiger wet
his bloody paw in her banks,
she blushed red
like the ripe cashew-apple.
From here, naked feet took with them
the sweet sting of a forgotten myth
and she took their sins.
Her limbs twisted out of creeks in
swollen streets,
she cut an artery
bled into boulders,
and a writer wrote
of her fury
in his book of songs.
But remember, I have crackled in your mouths like a twig,
even as my sisters wept at their burning skin.
I promise you…
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