Sombre yet alluring poems, delving deep into the last vestiges of the soul.
That Kottoor should have given himself the permission to write these poems about his father as the latter lay in coma following a brain hemorrhage may be hard for some to understand. But then the poet tells us in no uncertain terms that this is just what his father would have wanted him to do, that, in fact, his father is more than just his muse-of-the-moment. In “saving” the poet's poems on his shelf “as though poems were pigeons/and needed a home,” the older man has nurtured his son's work, offering “a carving of [his] bone/to hone [his] poems upon”.
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