Sri
A bowl full of promise
Waiting for me
In the spacious dawn of my kitchen sink
Yamu
An elusive reply
To my unspoken question
Advait
My breath caught by hands
Stirring liquid pots of mischief
Vedant
My smile in the morning
My sigh at mid-night
Mom
A perpendicular red
In a page full of horizontals
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