POETRY

Mother

Sometimes only the thought of yours bathes my cheeks with rolling tears,
and seizes my plumy heart
To make the rhythm audible.
Mother, fear may come and rest.
I want to be inert to that feeling.
Because I cannot lose you;
I have attained God.
You are the same God.
You are my God.
I cannot lose you, mother.
I WILL NOT. IT'S NOT POSSIBLE.
I
About the Author Ishita Roy Sarojini Naidu College for Women, Dum Dum · India

Ishita Roy is a student at Sarojini Naidu College for Women, Dum Dum, in West Bengal, India. She writes poetry of devotion and loss, often turning toward the people she cannot bear to lose. "Mother" is her second piece published with Aporia.

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