Jagannath rao Adukuri
My Mother's Last Days - Poem by Jagannath rao Adukuri
Behind the wall the sound had come
Of illogic and helplessness, in bed
And in the insecurity of the bathroom.
Then she laughed her eyes slanting
It was at life she was laughing
Now at you, steeped in life, in her eyes,
From behind the mask of unreality.
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