By Sanjana Makkar
Toiling,charging at the domicile,
mundane and a tad tardy,
giving,birthing sometimes bungling, mopping and flopping,
under duress but garner a smile, a fuss-free benediction.
agitator, goddess, nurturer, spruced to fluidity.
waiting, brooding, and lonesome,
yearning spotlight, unchained from the hearth,
no smirks,no shirks,no sobs to mute my conviction,
bumpkin without judgement and a fleeting remembrance
a potter's muse converging, to
defy the contingent,
wheeling akin an unhinged kite,propelling a bemused reverie,
winging to lofty green lands,
don’t curse fling freedom,I condense earnestly!
heavy with precip,entangled with a guiltless proposition.
yonder,asunder, I wander,
lend me a hand, a tug, to further my frolic,
panting and whimsy for once,
for god’s sake, Jay,
haven’t you indulged enough,
mend to surrender for a moonbeam,
discern the tide, turn towards red favour!
Oh, go! mask that face,
hide amber shame,for that hubris,
doesn't know the forsaken abyss,
the renaissance of the tribe,in mirth and abashed vengeance.