Thadiyan Rajesh

your mails led me down the lane
where memories wait for lazy hours.
the food, a game
marlboro cigarettes from jos junction
travels, talks, talks, talks....
my mother lost her health to regain her son's talks
talking is friendship

Adolf Hitler

On the night of his death,
trying to read the balance sheet of his life
on the faces of his people,
turning around,
shed a tear so dramatically,
he disappeared through the muzzle of his gun,
and was gone.