Friday, 28 October 2016

Mother

Your warm lap thawed my ice cold world, just a little 
And your tuneless hums molded my days, just a little 
Your anger, longing, those lengthy years of loneliness 
Amma, did they give birth to me too, just a little? 

Here comes another moment of thwarted desire, another loss, yet another thorn in hidden heart's flesh 
Gathering pebbles in the sand, we played, just a little 
Amma, where does one learn to play with people?

I emerged from your womb as he did from another 
Into this ocean of fathomless need for the other 
In each other's boats we glimpsed dry land, just a little 
Amma, how many boats lie buried in an ocean's womb? 


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