Here is the “Winter Mother Poem”!
Winter Mother Poem
Couched on crimson cushions,
pink bleeds goldand red spills into ones heart.
Broad leather keeps time,calibrating different hours
in different zonesunaware of the grammar
that makes sense.Only random woofs and snores
of two distant dogson a very cold night
clears fog that is unresolved.New plants wait for new heat
to grow, to mature.An old cane recliner contains
poetry for peace woventext keeping comfort in place.
But it is the impatience of wantthat keeps equations unsolved.
Heavy, translucent, vaporous,split red by mother tongues
winters breath is pink.-by Sudeep Sen