Prabhakar Subramaniam


Sibling - Poem by Prabhakar Subramaniam

As I step out

Of the shop

Three carry bags

In either hand

I cannot but

Think of you

Three years elder

Now light years away...

Our shopping done

You used to say in jest then

Looking in either direction

Loud enough

For every one to hear

'Where's the driver?

He's never here

When you want him! '

I was helpless with laughter

As we did not have a car...

As I trudge to the bus-stop

I wonder if you have one now.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 9, 2012



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