The tenuous night
dozes off
as old parent's
dream broken nights
waiting for a call
to eager ears
a voice mellifluous
and comforting
from far away kids
coming close by.
The copper wire and
Google connecting
the distance to a
hand’s touch
spreading a smile
from ear to ear
the umbilical cord
joining together
a birth and death
in the same breath,
when no call comes
the morning turns freak
the first cup of
the day tastes bitter
newspaper headlines
float in air
blurred gets the
head and face lines.
As branches are cut
off
stump is the tree
like old parents
just stems without
roses
the smell spreading
beyond their noses.
Sabita Sahu
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