This poem

Reshma Ramesh

 

This poem is a house with closed doors

Where writer pauses to look into books

For familiar earmarked pages or the absence of it.


This poem is looking out of the window,,

Sound of his words, reminding you that

You never left where you started

Swapping cities, split

Beginning to draw the sea into its lines, line by line

Like a soldier walking with heavy boots thinking of home.


This poem is a paper boat sailing from you to me.

Black and white, wet, carrying  children and islands

Who dream of waking up beside their mother.


This poem is a street where somewhere some day

We would meet to find myself drawn

To our absence with your hand in my chest.


This poem is a street where somewhere someday

We would meet to find myself drawn

To our absence with your hand in my chest.


This poem is a poem that arrives for the second time

a boy covered in soot, sound of his words, reminding you that

you never left where you started


 

(DR Reshma Ramesh is a poet feted in various international festivals .A  doctor by profession she is a poet, creative writer and photographer.Her  poetry collection Reflections of illusions  has been presented in international read and share conference in Malaysia  .)

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