“Thaathaa” by Divya Venkat Sridhar

Divya Venkat Sridhar (age 15)

THAATHAA

My papa’s papa used to run after the wooden cart of prasadam each dawn for food
Young feet bleeding over the rough road. I like to imagine his eyes:
bright like a brown beetle, fresh like monsoon soil,
his chest burning like metal on metal as he gulps dusty air.
He’s wearing sandbag shorts, mottled with flecks of dirt.
He’s hurdling red rock and plastic bottles, blooming like a wild indigo,
Stomach roaring in his lame body.
His small hands are cupped and trembling, so empty they could hold
a Ganges of riches, a Yamuna of flooding wealth—
only a thin paper cup of rice lands in his fingers.
 
I like to imagine the summer when we go to Hyderabad now:
he holds my hair, and I feel the lines in his palms
like parted sediment along a freshwater river.
He likes to laugh until his beetle eyes fly off into the clouds
and his face goes wrinkly like pottery on an unmanned wheel.
And when he cooks, he lays out food and food and colours
rushing around the big table to fill our hearts
with cardamom and cinnamon and cloves—his love language,
grown from a tongue once parched in poverty.
I like to imagine he’s waited for this his whole life, and this pride
takes root in me like the eternal warmth of a sunlit sky.
His feet carry me over rough road, rock and rubble,
until river, liquid gold breaks out from under his toes
like a lullaby.
 

from 2023 Rattle Young Poets Anthology

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Why do you like to write poetry?

Divya Venkat Sridhar: “Poetry helps me believe in myself. It is the best feeling in the world—to know that I can create something honest, using words in a way that nobody has done before, and speak my truth.”

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