Meltdown prose poem

Lamp posts become
sleeping lines;
blot yellow,
as I lose touch
with the night.
They choose
when to light my knee,
my eyes try to keep count.

Smiling behind hair strands,
I let a part of me rest
on Amma’s bony thigh;
nothing need be thought now,
as questions inside
stop searching for answers.

I let it be, I let it go.

like before I was born;
before we grew apart,
too proud to show
the other one matters.

In a moment
disguised with the discomfort
of a splitting head
and a churning stomach
I learn to love
a difficult and irreplaceable you.

(This was written on the taxi journey I shared with Amma, after I pulled her out of a play she really wanted to watch.)

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You are a poet we at HoP are truly learning to value and treasure @Pooja_Ugrani. You weave words so deftly and skilfully and not an extra word or fuss here or there..Truly enchanting!



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