Why dear, I ask her. <br />In my mind, somebody fallen in love <br />Has been jilted. <br />But things are simpler. <br /> <br />‘Her parents had strange diseases…..' <br />That baffles me. <br /> <br />I think of AIDS, of nothing in particular, <br />But drift to the silent body <br />Of a young girl, and her puberty, <br />Laid among the freshly done roses. <br /> <br />Don't lose focus dear, I tell her, <br />And end the conversation with a telephone kiss. <br /> <br />Back in my mind, a young girl, <br />The poison she ran to, <br />Lips gone cold, on thresholds of beauty, <br />And a mind cut inside salted flesh, <br />Baked in sprouting alphabets of love.<br /><br />Gopi Krishnan Kottoor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-daughter-reports-a-senior-s-suicide/
