Thursday, May 1, 2014


My mother is a desert
A Cactus flower upon the sun's spit.

She drinks the sun
To pervade the humidity
Over my glowing heap of sand.

Her Eye to collect the Rain
When cries-green tears
Upon the chest of the Globe.

She ties the night to her eyes
Moon to taste her sweat
And to enjoy the dance of her nerves.

She-a musician in her heart
A vacuum lives to guard around it.

My mother-a desert
To blossom every grain of sand.
-kajooru sathish.

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