My mother has paper lips / beautiful, stale pages of love rubbing against each lip.
She sings a dream of a crochet bag, each night, the times when I am unwell.
My mother often dresses in saree that is obscure and restless,
a brown hem of her dress slightly caressing my face.
And I begin to decode her fears/ her prayers/ her clandestine sins.
She is a slime ball of crisp yellow frustration leaking.
A palindrome.
Oh, mother, you creature of a goddess!
Your feverish footstep of laid back dreams/ a word which you often can’t pronounce.
You are too strong and surreal to gulp,
with a staircase lost somewhere in your hair-bun,
you walk in your nylon ivory night dress,
fidgeting throughout the pathway.
You stumble and walk.
still, you walk, mama.
A birth giver to stars.
You own this starry night, behind the loop of your ear ring,
too small and fancy
voicemails lost in this sky so empty.
Your foot my home, mother.
My poem your sleep.
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Always beautiful on words and i hope you are doing great.📝👌
Have a great week ahead!😇
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Hey!
Hope you are great. I am doing fine brother.
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Good to hear it, I am doing great and always pleasure to read to work.
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Devika, this is out of this world. Feelings captured by gorgeous imagery.
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Your feverish footstep of laid back dreams/ a word which you often can’t pronounce
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Your foot my home, mother.
My poem your sleep.
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Oh glad you liked it.
Thank you so many times.
This piece shall remain close to me always.
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Like it? That’s an understatement. I love it. Your poem will stay with me too.
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Man! I might die today. Thank you so many times.
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🙂
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This is so very beautiful! It made me think of how we understand our mothers more as we grow up.
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So true.
I have a very deep, strong bond with my mom. She is the best person i know.:)
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Doesn’t it feel great?
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It does, love.
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Captured to the core. Now this is poetry at one of its finest. Kudos!!!
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What a kind comment.
Thank you so much Purvesh.
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You are most welcome. Keep inspiring!
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Beautiful.. 😇👌🏼
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Thank you.
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Pleasure.. 😇
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Wow
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Thanks!!
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What a dedication, this is an art
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Yess!!! Art.
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🌸😊😃
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U said it so simple and raw…luved it
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Just beautiful
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Thank you!
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Your welcome
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Only if everyone can see the beauty of motherhood like you do. The beautiful metaphors and the similies bejewels the beautiful being our mothers are and the gentle and the supple feeling motherhood is.
Make sure your mom reads this and explain the divine beauty of your words.
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