Earth beneath, mute
receives cadavers,
but can’t peep into
a mother’s heart.
The place
her little one rests
is sacred to her.
Grass sways over there,
infant-like.
She fences the place,
guards there, since he left
this day the year last.
Fragile by birth
he needed intense care
Incubators giving him
artificial warmth
thro’ the glass windows
as she used to stare,
her aching breasts
oozed out priceless juice.
Sobs making her words die
she stands stiff as spine,
still like yet another tomb,
even eyelids don’t bat
gazes set to a place, far far away.
Tears brimming and sloshing
nevertheless tell, she is not a statue.
Author Bio: Pankajam
is born and brought up in Kerala and now settled at Chennai. She has
two volumes of poetry in English and one fiction in Malayalam to her
credit and her poems have been published in various journals and
anthologies. Her third volume of poetry and English fiction are likely
to be published soon.
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