FOGGY SUNRISE A. Thiagarajan
he wipes again his spectacles
incense stick almost done the kid not batting his eyelids for the tiny glow's disappearance
among dad's things strands of hair on mom's comb
cold night putting his legs over me my three year old son
plucking flowers she covers the dawn in the bowl
morning bhajan– the quiet moment of her child in the lap
closed factory– cooking of the homeless through the chimney
another coin the beggar counts all over again
still puddle– the farm labor washes her face with the sky appeared in Lynx XXIV Feb 2009 |