Poems

Bitter love

Each morning
I hear you rummaging near my bedside
And the crackling of my medicine wrappers
Wakes me up.

 

You do it every day
With clockwork precision
And I always look at you bleary eyed
A little irked
For starting my day with
The thought of bitter medicine.

 

But on days when you are away
It is the same crackling which I miss.
Your love comes to me
Wrapped in the metallic covering of my bitter pills!

Anshu, 28 May 2016

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