By Shilpisudha Goswami
I am in my Mother
In dark silence;
Protanopic cosmos--
My neonatal wings
Fail the rhythm of wind;
Eyes are still closed
Heart throb, body moves inside the orb.
I am in my Mother
In amicable touch;
Holding my breath
Folded hands,
Become thy happiness.
Somewhere between
The thin apparatus
Despondency;
Fissure within,
Hallucination of Opium--
In the dark space
Counting on, counting on--
Voice becomes louder,
Wings flutter;
Cozy cloud bursts with thunder;
Twinkling night hides in the storm;
I am in my Mother
In dark silence..