November 2021
Bio Note: As I grow older, I seem to remember my maiden days a lot more and find myself writing poetry as an attempt to relive those. I also hope to keep part of my memories from disappearing this way. My poems have appeared in Muddy River Poetry Review, Spillwords, Sparks of Calliope and Visual Verse but mostly in Verse Virtual.
Family in Making
Accompanying my father to the villages unheard
With dwarfed mud hillocks for roads
Leading to the unpainted homes,
Reading on the floor, writing on the sand,
Fingers carving the earth revealing faith,
Pristine chalks on nightly slates
Imitating sermons to a deficient age,
I pursued the gardeners through hesitant rains and
Cooks foraging for tales in the hurrying flames.
Mothers nursing under the mango trees,
Infants dreaming in makeshift cloth swings
And the young swaying from the roots of banyan trees.
The number grew each time I moved,
Making a family where there was none.
Afloat a boat on receding waters,
I carry the outline of faces
Like a rainbow with a fading edge.
©2021 Abha Das Sarma
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