""I want to cave my poems in the museum of your heart forever If you allow me?""
In the midst of the flower shower,
she loosens the white glitter sick
panthers off her hands
and let go of the cascades of fidgeting pink skirts
and Melbourne drapes.
The clock strikes twelve
and not every Cinderella retrieves home
some scratch the leftover foundations
pots and chew lips
to drag the pumpkin back home
counting upon the non-onerous shaky feet,
that speak of blood from in between.
and an empty stomach doesn't shut up for a second,
do darling, drag the pumpkin
till free food isn't a fiction tale.
(c)Jaya Chaudhary
many more concerning chaotic households, child abuse, failed friendships, trust issues, unhappiness, and letting go of things one holds for a long while now. The book is a collection of poems from the households of normal civilizations, growing gradually at its pace and changing with time.