Mother (From My 5th Poetry Anthology, 'last Evening Was A River', Penprints (India) ,2024. Poem by Aneek Chatterjee

She sent me to the river
to bring water she believed
best for her plants.
Her garden had many colors
and her kitchen; and the sweaters
she knitted.
Our drawing room had many colors, and
our plates for lunch and dinner.
She smelt my sweater, in my absence,
I knew. She smelt my eyes when I
was before

Now the glow of twilight
is smelling her; there is no water
in any river I know; all plates are pale white
and broken. She is lying now; and the discourteous
twilight has stolen all colors in the world
to shower on her.
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© Aneek Chatterjee