pain balloons burns, like a candle flame his lips flicker and trickle a prayer down the eyes silent last birthday rose ` needling like a thorn in his sagged balloon-like flesh caked with a culture in his temple a geriatric ward, off like in isolation in senility a mobile of unanswered calls sad smile in the sun’s face fading away like evening light a last wish PS: Happy journey Dad, See you there
Sreekanth Kopuri is an Indian English poet from Machilipatnam – a colony – India. He was an alumni Writer in Residence, at Strange Days Books Greece. He recited his poetry and presented his research papers in many countries. His poems and research articles were widely published in journals like Heartland Review, Nebraska Writers Guild, Poetry Centre San Jose, Underground Writers Association, Word Fountain, A New Ulster, to mention a few. His book Poems of the Void was the finalist for the EYELANDS BOOKS AWARD. Kopuri is presently an independent research scholar in Contemporary Poetry, silence, and Holocaust poetry. He lives in his hometown Machilipatnam with his mother teaching and writing.