poetry
asking him to leave She waits behind you
like shadow smelted of your being holding cask of milk
She has known your grammar and kneaded flour for your bread … she has been crackers that you always wanted… She stood by your lies holding up the umbrella under monsoon skies you must know you have grown up Me? I am a trespasser. A brazen spool… A sweet gesture and I am undone. I long waited for sweetness too. But little I had idea she is an uncomplicated me. A must have for your son; a have for you… I ain’t in any dereliction but in harmony with my confession My body can’t let you park your brown car you drove this far.