You are not here today.
Nor is your body. 
Nor is your presence.

The hand that extended
Into the refrigerator 
For saccharine treats
Is amiss today

You are not here today
Nor is your mind.
Nor is your life.

It has wandered 
Into the woods
Into the highs
Into the sands.

Will you be there
When I come?
Will you show me
How it’s done? 

Or are peanut mountains 
More extravagant 
Than  the little 
Spiced up grains? 

Rise and shine
As the pillow protests
Like mother did
When she needed you. 
-Kasturi Ghosh


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