Invisible Man Poem Analysis

Invisible man

I am your invisible man, who is weary of revelations.

Warmth from a rub, a cry and the tremor are all within sight, except your love which remains defiant.

I drag a corpse, whose funeral is kept at abeyance, until you see my face, every time you unbutton yourself, for your visible men.

Misfortune My face, language and colour say I’m a misfit
To live in your country or even be called your brother.
My father, teachers and girlfriends too once said
I was a misbegotten.
But my mother never thought so.

How I express myself for you is even more difficult,
Because mother taught me to be honest to myself.
Was it a mischance

And I never knew that I too will be escaping from you and your land,
When I will be humiliated as a stranger among you.
To tell you the truth I once hoisted your flag out of ignorant allegiance.
Now I curse myself for having done that.
How elusive is the face of the enemy?
Shrapnel shaped fish bone, lodged in a wax model of a woman,
Tied all around by virgin-threads, was found nailed on a rafter of our house:
And mother got sick, mad and hysterical she lost her identity in sorcery.
She stopped cooking for me but added poison to my milk and
Smiled at me while I was lifting the glass to my lips.
Suddenly, she slapped the glass away, and tears rolled down her cheeks,
Her eyes embracing me, and her birth pangs rang in my ears, as if
She was delivering me in front of me, one more time, and the soil under her soles sweetened.
Who did that to her? No one knew.
But I can’t forgive the history book you forced upon us, even as we scratched
The ground to unearth roots of our tongue.
Who is responsible for my brother’s