North west Airlines: Departure A2.
Arrival Terminal A2.
I receive them
My mother. My father.
Their travel plans.
My mother tells me that
she made 160 US dollars
in a casino in Las Vegas.
My father's stories can wait.
I rush back to my
Husband's mother
she needs a silent listener
I stare at her with unsettling eyes
I run around within myself.
Far far away into the world of dogs.
I am happy, she is not.
Just then
I remembered
I had to call you.
A promise to meet
talk about my life.
I stare at my planner
A useless book running into planned pages.
3 comments:
hmm.....what brought on this poem? and you had to call who? oh i give up...when it comes to poetry i am DUMB!
but that doesnt mean i did not enjoy reading it...any chance of more?
madhavi, i love the way u write n i love those small poems n saying u got frm places. keep writing cause i'll be reading!
left some other comments as well. check them out!
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