Sunday, April 07, 2013

For Amma

Mother, my diameter
I am yours, your radius.

Gambling into leaf too early
the crocuses are betrayed
frayed on drifts of winter,
sleet, and no daisies
at our feet


All weekend long,
Toronto's lonely songs
their Omni and just me
the same Hindi movies
this time I see alone


Bound to you. Only you.
But found by everyone.

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