Strain Within

By Prajesh Konchady

Stab me with my own knife,

A fork would also suffice

I don't why all these questions of enterprise

fall on my shoulders

Like the beckoning sirens of traps for mice

Hold me closer within

a stranger in seam

Don't let sacrifice

Of haemoglobin

Flow into the gutters

Of a bio waste bin

Aren't we all donors in a world

Where everyone wants a piece of flesh

Even if it costs a part that is

By Prajesh Konchady