Today is a yellow day,
Prolonged n gone astray.
Thoughts like an overturned porridge bowl….
Flowing into the sewer hole.
Is it easier to clean up the mess?
Or cover it up with Ma’s old sari?
I loved that sari very much
Gold and pink n colours such
And I waited for the sari to grow
Up n up till it reached my toe.
Till it became so big
And one day clouded my memory!
It helps me when you listen,
Like my own ears hidden
Inside my rusty brain.
Its sad to see a poem slain
By people like me.
Knocking the rhythm in a killing spree!!
nandini basu
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