My Grandmother

"My Grandmother"

My maternal grandmother was a village,

My mother is a city.

I learnt long life from my grandmother

Because my mother is a fantasy of illusion;

Chasing life that is debouching from her!

Yet, she gets night blindness

While my grandmother saw at darkness with her three eyes.

The village once healed my soul’s sore

And juiced my sour mouth.

But in my mother, I become a sorehead

Looking for solitary happiness;

Sopping in postmodern glitterness!