EGG

EGG

BENOY.P.J

Thus was shaped the egg

With one in it

Crouching to fit in and

Waiting for the shell to break.

(Was there a shell? A cell?

Yes, yes, you could see it around you

Even while you were tempted to leave it alone

So that others could

Describe its splendid shape and be at ease.).

“Can we call it minimal?

Culture at its holiday best?.”

It fits in so well

In the scheme of things

Does not engage any more space

Than that is allotted to it.

Silence is ensured,

The pleasures of delivery

Without the ambiguities of life.

The shape is perfect

As long as one is not caught inside,

But what if you are,

What if you are?

Why do you try to come out,

Historic embryo

Why do you want to move,

If that disturbs the peace of this arrangement?

Listen to the music that plays out

As you are taken to the frying pan,

Is it not enough?

Kick out, break the shell

If at all you want to be,

Put a new shape on things,

There is no other way out.