Poetry
After Celan
A Poem by JASPREET SINGH
Fog and darkness
make way
My mother is going to wake up
Cold and wind
time to disappear
My mother is getting ready for her morning walk
Birds start some new music
and, you, mangy dogs
Beware
My mother is not afraid
of collective barking
Alone, she is headed to the park
Jacaranda, Gulmohar, Laburnum, Neem
be ready to sway and look your gleaming best
She is soon going to circle the path
Empty benches, I understand
your complaint. But, she is not
going to sit. My mother rarely takes rest
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Schipol airport, Amsterdam. 26 February, 2015
Jaspreet Singh is the author of the novels Chef and Helium.
Published on May 11, 2015