#mothers – Eúnoia

Ripped Jeans

I wrote this poem on the prompt by the same name given by the Fb group ‘TSL’ in April . Its based on an experience

I don’t know which phase of the ‘lockdown’ or the ‘release from lockdown,’ phase we are in. I’ve lost track. It’s now…let me count…from 22nd

Note: If you’re a man and you’re reading this quote you’re probably doing one of two things- a) agreeing with it or b) disagreeing with

It’s that time of the year in India, when you find students pouring over their books, papers, laptops. I see them with their noses dipped

I wrote this poem on a one of those ‘bad mamma’ days. I did not publish it then. Today, as I read it, I think

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