Mama
Ashok Gupta
Streetlights fill in the fading space,
between the porch and memories
of mama and my village,far away.
I am burning and delirious;
mama plucks chillies and bananas
from the backyard .
She returns from the market
with just a few rupiah
not enough for the village doctor.
When lamps go out
there is the silence of crickets
and our sobbing. |
