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Repercussions of a poem /full piece in caption/ R

Repercussions of a poem

/full piece in caption/ Repercussions of a poem

I don't remember the first poem I wrote
But I remember the aftermath;
How the paper kissed my father's palms before crumbling and entering the bin,
How the next thing his palms touched were my cheeks which took the hue of my mother's sindoor.
But I never blamed my father.
You see, in a household which survives on three meals and considers four a blessing, a poet is the last person sought after.
Repercussions of a poem

/full piece in caption/ Repercussions of a poem

I don't remember the first poem I wrote
But I remember the aftermath;
How the paper kissed my father's palms before crumbling and entering the bin,
How the next thing his palms touched were my cheeks which took the hue of my mother's sindoor.
But I never blamed my father.
You see, in a household which survives on three meals and considers four a blessing, a poet is the last person sought after.