Notes From Qutub

It is damp and dark
As I roll over
Tangled wire-like stuff,
Kicking and keeling.

No one to my rescue, yet.
Piercing screams through
Parched throat bring no relief.
Written off already?

Cruel, if so.
How I manage in this
Cloistered leather cubicle
God alone knows!

She is restless,
Helpless. Like me.
I feel her, can't see her.
How long? I don't know...

Just a matter of days
Before I see light and life.
This is one room
I can never return to.

She's longing to see me.
So am I.
It is a long wait
In this damp dark room.

I live on hope,
She too.
We're linked,
Yet, not seen.

It will be over soon.
I wait for two things:
A loud scream and
A liplock with you, mother!


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