Sons And Lovers Poem by PRIYANKA BHANDARKAR

Mother, mother come now
not for my sake periliously
mind! the floor whispering
like a girl dreaming; she was still with him
mouth so dumb and hurt wondering
i donot love her, i had never-my boy!
ha-father hair and mouth
long fervent kisses.
now, she had three sons in this world
wanted; it would work out.
pale, quiet child- old of years;
oak the years that i aged.
leave no room to the strings.
beautiful and bright and love
Mother! the floor whispering through her.