A train dhud-dhudding over a bridge above an endless creek

A window pounding to the reckless boom 

of a teenager’s idea of party music in a car.

 

The slow hiss of the gas burner 

A dark dawn

A leaf as still as my heart should be.

 

I lay my head over my sleeping child

and wait for my heartbeat to be one with his. 

 

  

Saee Koranne-Khandekar

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