ABANDONMENT
-
K. Satchidanandan (India)
Like a hapless mother
Waiting in hiding for someone
To pick up, offer a peck and
carry home
The baby she had abandoned
Fresh with blood from her
womb,
I lay my poem naked on the
street
And wait, listening to its
first cries
Until it becomes yours,
Hoping that one day
She might recognise me
And love me or curse me.
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