Cobwebs creeping over walls,
Stains over bedsheets,
Food a little burnt always,
Not a prompt response for calls incoming,
A calm, composed, smiling mother of a special kid,
who knows, what she wants from herself
Ritu Dimri Nautiyal
Cobwebs creeping over walls,
Stains over bedsheets,
Food a little burnt always,
Not a prompt response for calls incoming,
A calm, composed, smiling mother of a special kid,
who knows, what she wants from herself
Ritu Dimri Nautiyal
Last edited by ritudimrinautiyal; January 23rd, 2021 at 03:28 AM.
This is interesting, a little different from your other work, but still it has that voice which I associate with stuff I’ve read from you. I like that the overall meaning still seems a little oblique to me because that gives me a reason to come back and read the piece again.
If I had one criticism I feel like the last line is a little passive, for me in these shorter piece I want more of a punch at the end. But that’s just me.
Cheers
Syd
Yeah, don't judge because you just cannot know...
Agreed: lovely words, lovely poem
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