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Dear Mother

Noted Nest

By Pujita Ganotra


Dear Mother, do you not love me anymore?

I ask this question in my head

As I stare at your closed door


I tear my gaze from the door

I start having conversations with ghosts on the same floor 

I ask them if they see it too.


They tilt their head, feeling muddled

They probably think I'm troubled

I shake my head and try to explain

How our relationship shifted from love to disdain 


Remember mum,  when I was six

Whatever we did, we would just instantly clicked

We laughed 

We cried 

But I guess that story died 


Remember Mum?

When I was seven

You introduced me to Heaven 

Ok! Maybe It's an exaggeration 

But tell that to my imagination 


My first visit to a bookstore 

Remember, how I gaped as we walked through the door 

You told about all the books that you had read

Yes, I remember every word that you said 


We walked through the wooden isles

We were all Sunshine and smiles 

You bought me my first book that day 

I repeat that day in my mind all night and day


Seasons changed

So, did you 

I don't know which version of you is true 


The one that laughed and teased 

Or who scowls at me by my mere sight

The one who danced with glee

Or the woman who would never be pleased 


Silent tears roll down my cheek

How did our lives become so colourless and bleak?

From being best friends 

We became two people who don't even speak


Behind me I hear my bedroom door creak

I can feel my little brother peek 

But the tears don't stop

I'm almost tempted to ask him to bring a mop


I cry for the person my mom was

I cry because I’m a  lost cause

I cry for what we were

I cry for what we could have become 


But the woman who was warmth is gone 

Our relationship worned off and torn

So, I wipe my tear-streaked cheeks 

And move towards the door that creaks 


For my pillows will hear my pain

Because they don't mind 

When I complain 

I pray for the rain to come

For here I lie, undone


By Pujita Ganotra

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Ekta Ganotra
Ekta Ganotra
14. juli 2024

Well Done!

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Ekta Ganotra
Ekta Ganotra
14. juli 2024

Beautiful!

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Akshdha Arora
Akshdha Arora
15. juni 2024

You're my favorite poetess 💕

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Manu Ganotra
Manu Ganotra
15. juni 2024

Superb writing. God bless you bacha!!!!

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abhinav tuteja
abhinav tuteja
14. juni 2024

Beautifullly penned

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