Mother’s touch by Devika Mathur




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Tonight, my cheeks do not wish for a repair sheet,

the tears do the remaining job

a lotion full of liquids & unwanted emotions:

No, I am not sad about myself

nor this poetry speaks of my morbid realm of listless curvature

rather, I speak of my mother’s pain again.

Her sadness spreading sheets of tranquility over my mind

like a sick step which happens again.

The sleepwalking,

The arguments about the fractured routine/

    the noises of muted brain

a gallop of grain stuck to the palm.

We talk about things broken again,

things shallow.

Pain,

Walk,

Prayers,

Medicines,

We talk about our disgusts

till we wrap the shadow of our bones with pills yet again.


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Evocative and sensitive poem

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