Roads do not end where doors close
Your named changed during your lifetime
Edges softened, anger sharpened
Sweet whispers honeyed that golden orb
Today, no one knows you meant
the moon; you do
a full name brings emptiness
And Indu, be not afraid
Don't worry, your mother forgot
all about the hanger, the cane, even
the starched cotton saree
to mop tears off your bruises
Bruises no longer break hearts
No, not twenty two years ago
But if your heart breaks now,
Indu do not be afraid
It has been shattered before,
and knows to wait, to draw strange mouth- glues
to itself and become whole again
Indu don't be afraid
To hold hands that have already parted
Or lie still on another's heaving chest
Sadness has many names yet love is not
a synonym
Emptiness is not always loneliness
Or vice versa
So what if he whispered your full moon name,
Only because you insisted he do
All things short aren't always sweet
But a childhood name re-lived in him,
Is a door opened at the end of the road
Indu, do not be afraid of open doors
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