Shruti Das Poems

I saw you mother
grow out of your silver hair and painful knees
to scale those seventy-five years
that you had left behind,
...

I have left you back.
I have left you sitting
with the needles, the spikes,
and bloodless veins of yesterday.
...

They are always in the news
those boys
those bad boys
who haunted the bushes
...

A little house you built for me
under the belly of dark clouds.
Rain came fast
and formed the rays that lit the fields
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It is nothing my girl,
nothing at all.
Only your tears
have been damned.
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Swinging my arms
in the thousand lights
swaying my hips
to the rhythm in the tunes
...

Did you
Graft that language into those words
that I whispered so softly into the rain?
The rain was disturbing my window panes,
...

The streets are silent
the raucous feet of hurrying people
lay in wait.
Yes, April was the cruelest month.
...

Your presence
can never be inconspicuous.
Probably, every innocent dewdrop
looks for a lotus leaf and
...