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Shounak Sanyal
Poems
Nov 2021
Dear mom,
we both stay empty and desolate
you live in the darkness of everyday chores
living a thankless life, the only remark getting is how time inefficient you are
only if i could tell you that your son is not far
away from that dark pit in which you prolly have been for decades now
dear mom,
at least you can still complain about how we don't see you work hard all day
and just scream mindlessly when the food
you made lacked some salt, or wasn't that good
and only difference with your son being
that he cries on a notepad, feeling the shame to shed those tears in real life as he learnt every man should
dear mom,
my tear glands have grown bankrupt, have i gone too numb?
but then a part of me always burns whenever you think i don't care, about you and dad, for you think, i think you are too dumb
but i tried to start a conversation on the dinner table last night
until it became a fight yet again, but its okay for this pain isn't new
i guess its because my notepad doesn't speak much, that's why it knows how much i crave even so much as a touch
from someone, let alone a hug, that'd be too much
dear mom,
maybe you were true all along
maybe its me in the wrong
else why do i have my notepad and cat
and no-one else
karma is a true ***** indeed then it seems
dear mom,
you know its fun when you can tell that a dream isnt real
even when you are dreaming
for the only the only chats i've been having lately is when my eyes are shut
but i cant tell you that for i lack the guts to say or to anyone else around me for that matter
that hey i think i am feeling a bit gay lately although i am straight still
does that make me tilt
towards being partly bi?
but yeah, i'd prolly die than say that loud
and i really don't know how this wall between us came about
and i don't know if this divide will ever break
or will it be my soul corroding away bit by bit
but don't you worry mama, imma love you still as i did when i was five
and tell dad i admire how much he does for us for i cant ever say him even that much
i'm sorry for everything.....
Written by
Shounak Sanyal
22/M/India
(22/M/India)
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