Amma, Somewhere in the Flow

To endure the pain of learning

The one that went down

He’s lost somewhere

Weeping rain on the textbook

In the turbulent water, where the mind

Of a child is lost

The wall of the dam was blindfolded

The cheeks fell to the ground

Like a bloodbath

The word fell out.

Confused and troubled

In the muddy waters of brine

The ink spread and spread

At the marginal line of spelling

Something flowed in,

Without seeing her mother.

The fountain that begins the channel

I saw you.

With flowing spells

On the edge

To a consonant field

He grabbed A’s hand and stared at it

To the ‘M’ in the flow

To tie up

To meet her mother.

*Amma= Mother

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