Treasure Island

Bijay Kant Dubey


My Dead Mother Now Good Earth She


O potter, give me some clay
So that I may make, make and re-make my dead mother,
Collecting the earth
From there, where burnt I her one day!

If I cannot, gardener, plant you some flower plants
So that the flowers may burst upon
That mound of Good Earth.

Submitted: Tuesday, August 20, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, August 21, 2013

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