UPON
YOUR BREAST
I
lay my head upon your breast
and
started to breathe again
Sp2o
reading shot up to
hundred
sucking
in deep
your
fragrances
earthy...
wood,
grass, moss,
patchouli,
petrichor
staff
in Covid ward
stood
transfixed
at
the miracle wrought
life
pulsating in one brought
'declared
dead'
I
don't ever wish to be
weaned
off your breast
suckling
till my last breath
away
from beeping monitors
away
from sanitised corridors
away
from feeding tubes
away
from greedy men
in
cahoots with profiteers
intent
on desecrating
this
earth
FAITHFUL
FRIEND
Coughed
and spluttered
went
dead
old
Chevrolet
body
battered
paint
defaced
bumper
hanging
like
an oversized bracelet
dashboard
displays
so
faint
but
engine still
in
good shape
So,
I tried infusing
new
life into it
got
batteries changed
turned
on the ignition
stepped
on fuel pad
kicked
hard, coaxed
and
cajoled my old friend
stubborn
as a mule
resisted
Then
thought to myself
music
is what unknots
the
kinks, and played
Nat
King Cole's
"(Get
Your Kicks On)
Route
66"
Presto!
Old buddy
took
the bait
We
were off
on
the highway
like
the old days
CHECKMATE
Change
asked "Why do you resist?
Why
don't you flow with the stream?"
She
replied "It's hard to keep pace
with
the constantly evolving
technological
race
change
has brought in its wake
Ageing
has slowed me down
most
body parts protest
Change
scowled and said
"Stop
being pusillanimous. Discard your frilly knickers
dance
nude
in
the rain,
face
upturned
see
change happen
Snigdha Agrawal (nee Banerjee), has an MBA in Marketing and Corporate work experience of over two decades. She enjoys writing all genres of poetry, prose, short stories, and travel diaries. Educated in Loreto Institutions (run by the Irish Nuns), and brought up in a cosmopolitan environment, she has learned the best of the East and West. She is a published author of four books, and a regular contributor to anthologies published in India and USA.
Touching and heartfelt poetry. ❤️
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