Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2011

a memoir

by ravi sankar kerala varma

One day morning, I didn’t see my father,
 
at my mother’s bed side, a lone pillow smiled.
 
I peeped through the window and -
 
 saw no sign of his wheels,
 
 asked my mother I think, not sure,
 
it was a long time back.
 
In his cupboard, a bottle of liquor remained,
 
 And silence burn in my home now , I realised  then,
 
 transforming it to just a ‘material’ tomb,
 
‘a feeling’ which ,…. which  ……………..
 
 
 
 
………………………………………………………………..
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Added: 03.03.2011

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