Prabha Raj

(New York, New York)

Mother - Poem by Prabha Raj

Watch her, as she
Sits and knits.

As pair of needles
Criss cross,
I see her thoughts
Setting her wrinkles
To play.

The moment she completes
The picking of stitches,
Her wrinkles
Erase out.

I call it
The juxtaposition of
Mind and sentiment.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003



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