SATVIKA MENON - POEMS

Satvika Menon is a 15-year-old who has been writing poetry since she was four years old. She has previously been published in Shot Glass Journal, Vita Brevis, Plum Tree Tavern, and a few other journals. Her themes range from hardship and healing to nature and feminism. She lives in India with her family and Guinea Pig, Teddy.

​SWEET SILENCE

​She calls
Used to the silence
As her voice bounces back to her like a boomerang
And settles back in her throat
Never heard by anyone else
Until
A whisper
Like glass cutting into her soft skin
Tumbles out her lips
And slices into the thin air
Breaking it
Into slivers of silence
Now polluted by noise
Her sweet silence
Ruined by one word
 

​BROKEN HUMANS

​Broken humans
Dancing in the moonlight
Cups in hand
Hearts on the floor,
Being stepped on by pointy heels
Being crushed by the weight of the burdens they carry
Broken by themselves
Broken by their brokenness
 

​A MESSAGE FROM DEATH

​Tired boy,
Why don’t you sleep?
Rest your head
On the dirty ground
And close those pale eyes
For you have been through too many troubles
Why don’t you go?
Away from this place, this vile earth?
For I have a place far,far away
Where you can dream
And dance once more
Like you did before those legs gave out
Dear boy, don’t be afraid of me.
Close those eyes
To never wake again
And you will be carried in my strong hands
Which are covered by my black cloak
And they shall take you
Far, far away
Where you won’t have pain in your chest
Where you shall have two legs once more
Where you won’t cry for your mother
As she reached here before you
So tired boy,
Why don’t you sleep?
Rest your head
On the dirty ground
And close those pale eyes
For you have been through too many troubles