By Abhijit Roy

Mother left a mother shaped hollow.
A cookie cutter. Though,
the women who came in my life
weren't made of dough,
and so couldn't follow
the shape of another...
to become my mother.

Mother left a mother shaped hollow.
A cookie cutter. Though,
the women who came in my life
weren't made of dough,
and so couldn't follow
the shape of another...
to become my mother.