~ Mother ~ Poem by Aparna Chatterjee
~ Mother ~
The dust
Goes in his
Nose, eyes
And hair....
Mother,
He has to
Earn a living
He doesn't
Care....
(wrote this on seeing a young labourer working on a driveway, thinking of what his mother will think if she sees him this way)
Stunning verse, Aparna! In just a few words you capture some powerful imagery. This verse goes to myfavourites.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/2/2024 3:25:16 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Thank you, Lemon for your generous words.