UNTITLED POEM
 
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- by sravani biswas
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To my mother who never wrote
          The poems she always wanted to write
I return, and forever pine to return
          For the hearth she houses in her heart.
I am a thief; I steal her fire, her pain
          To light my barren soul; my blood drips –
The infrequent tip-tap is empty sound.
          I am the vulture. I circle. I wait:
Her fecundity lures me. Mother,
          While you fade but never die, I die
With the daughter’s guilt, the daring dream
          Never to fade – pilfering purple orchid
Outstripping the benign tree.

 
 
was published in November 2018
 
 
categories
 
Fiction
    Flash Fiction
    Short Story
Non-Fiction
    Essay
    Interview
    Narrative
Poetry
 
 
 
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