Vaskar's Mother's Home

Vaskar's mother's home
was full of happiness
Flowers burst from every crevice
Potato brought like ivory to table
Tomatoes and carrots rolled down to the river

All the children ate and ate
                        I, among them
And, of course, mother        She cooked

Chicken got transformed to Chinese
Its bone translated into finest soup
Clarity of air got into the water
Depth of the wall pierced the guitar

Vaskar strummed and strummed
Father went in and out between hospital
                                    and home
You could set the clock from his coming

And I, waited and watched and listened
Ate and slept and smelt the air
My friend breathes naturally
                                While I write poems.

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