Poems and Poetry

Devika Mathur

Daughters and Them | A Poem by Devika Mathur

Sacrosanct white truths of life leave me jumbled often

My brown mahogany rusty table being shifted to another room,

my constant sheltered pillow being given to the newly born.

I am a ballistic allusion of a ‘yes and a no’,

the concoction of my mother’s truth and father’s pride,

I kiss morning each day with a Delphic sigh, oblivious smiles

for I am a petal of cyan mauvy shadow,

A limerick of fragility and frosty faded nights

My parched lips once again blossom into reds, pinks, nudes

and I shall be planted like a slick sheet of an unturned page of a pale book

Further into your valley of wilderness.

 
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