Thursday, May 26, 2016

A Sonnet

A Lull…


Ma, when the din becomes
a lull
at the day’s end-
When I put my head on the pillow,
your prayer book
resting next to my head-

Wrapped…

In the scarf you wore for years-
as you sat down to pray for us all
gives me repose, succor and subterfuge-
very serene...

Is it the calm of the womb? I wonder-
and feel-

Yes, it is.


Pushpinder Kaur                                   May 26, 2016



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