| Tuesday, 01 June 2021 | Print
Apu Mondal
23rd March 2021, 22nd April 2021 and 18th May 2021
I think I am inside
The Titanic ship,
Tapping my feet
To my heart,
Listening to a
Violin concert with
Chandeliers, wine
And women.
How they smiled
At every quarters,
Nodding at notes
Too classic to divine,
And the meal that
Followed with the
Ringing laughter
Of elite ladies who
Smelled of lavender
And raised toasts,
The clink of glass
And fine cutlery.
The fine distilled
Wine, got me dizzy,
I will get myself to
Sleep early, but awake
In time to live with
The tragedy, the cold
Misty waters.
Today mother hasn’t
Answered our questions,
Steeped in silence,
She cleaned the floors,
Washed the utensils,
And cooked breakfast.
She didn’t even ask
Father to bring those
Items on his way back,
Her face looked usual
And her dimples smiled
Her hair was so well
Combed, we just love it.
We asked for pastries
To take to school for
Lunch, we ate with relish,
When it was time to say
Goodbye, father slowly
Said, “Children, don’t
Trouble your mother
When I am away, she
Has a fever “.And we knew.
Posted 12:41 pm | Tuesday, 01 June 2021
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