The Momma Clan

As voices mellow down

silence builds a transparent

a wall on the concrete walls

body succumbs to the

thoughts I made a mistake

the vulnerability of the feminine

pours out fear like acid.

Screeches of voices stored

in the minds of fragile beings,

wishes buried in the graveyard

of thoughts as hands were

always put to bear the pain,

no one seemed to fulfill

and care needs.

Eyes have forgotten the

sights of helping and relations

were always meant to hurt,

burn in despair, life seemed

worthless.

Carried in arms to lock away

the slight moments of breath,

darkness gobbled memories

of fondness and home was

just walls giving shelter to

walking dead souls.

–Pranav Uberoi