Shruti Das

Rookie - 0 Points (Cuttack, Odisha, india)

To Mother

I saw you mother
grow out of your silver hair and painful knees
to scale those seventy-five years
that you had left behind,
to don a frilly frock and
squabble with your little brother
over your favourite rag doll or
those unripe mangoes, jealously guarded,
while your mother was away attending to domestic things.

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