Kavita Jindal
Snail curled small
in its grooved shell
clasped to the nurturing wall
Seeking double protection
Little red body
five filament legs
and two tearing tentacles
The spider roams the same wall
Chair drum- shaped
amalgam of styles
spindle backed and dumpy legs
Holding me, leaning back on bricks
Sinews flexed
or bound, we exist
five pieces of work
Awaiting rain, another
state of being.
Kavita Jindal
Filed under : EDITION : The Fifty Shrinking Years