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Chandramohan S



The Marxist comet burns

At a distance of many light years,


The comrade looks up for his reflection

On the mirror,


Cataract obstructs the light that

Falls on the blades of grass


That moss over the tombstones

Of the martyrs.




My psychological lynching

(written after watching Shankar's "I")


I was watching a movie the other day

the hero hailing from the slums

speaks in an uncouth slang,

his Angle Saxon girlfriend sets in right

with a tight slap!



From then on

The hero sways in sync with his heroine,

a paler version of his former self.

Keep the body, take the mind.

The psychological lynching of my soul.

Chandramohan S (b 1986 in India) is an Indian English Dalit poet based in Trivandrum, Kerala, India. His first collection of poems titled Warscape Verses (Authorspress, May 2014) was published in India and his second collection is forthcoming.

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bedroom tax
Sheriff Stars

thistles stretch their prickly arms afar

Black Triangle
Disrupt and Upset

Militant Thistles

prickling the politics of "permanent austerity"

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