I Know My Dad Poem by Lekha Chakraborty

I know my Dad.
An engineer.
who sends ships to outer space.
And satellites.

He uttered his voice.
Melted, my childhood.

A voice thrice.
Talaq Talaq Talaq.

Nothing said my Mom.
A beautiful mind.
An ugly voice.

Voice and words
are Forbidden crimes.
She inherited an ugly voice.


Bad marriage.
A dignified exit.


Abundance of desert.
Abundance of past.

Unlocking the abundance.
Found a girl.
Long hair.
And an ocean in her eyes.

Forsaken.
But not forsaken.
A three years old little girl.