Home
With the smell of sandalwood and coconut mithai i wake in my home
The children play their noise cocooned within traffic from the vehicles
My mother comes to me with a warm smile.
I shut my eyes.
Just once.
And it was all a dream.
Hidden fears and hidden tears this small town tore the purest soul apart.
My mother's ocd had worn off she hadn't cleaned a dish in 3 days . She sits close to me
And whispers in my ear
"Your grandfather..."
She was surrounded by grieving faces , cracked lips.
I could hear the fire.
I'd never gotten the chance to sit in his lap like the santa he was.
Constantly giving.
I love you. I wish i'd said it sooner .
Dedicated to my daddyji
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कथा | rotten poems
PoetryMy helplessness has written itself in words , o woe. I surrunder to you all of me. Copyright @ Mehak COMPLETED // 2019
