POETRY | LIFE | LOSS
The Fruits
Some losses are unaccounted for….
Mangoes from winter blossoms swinging in the summer breeze.
Hung from their baby bums; upside down, babies of illegitimate thoughts, born to the early hours. A few new leaves sprout on their umbilical cords flying free, so that they can cook for themselves. And save the burden, they drop to be devoured or to splatter into humus for future soils.
I scrutinize the seeds — all real and plain.
Everyday, the thud of their head on my roof awakens me.
Not the faintest whimper heard in the quietude of secrecy.
Some things are born only to be lost to time; and some things, only to be lost.
© Sana Rose 2020
Written on March 27th, 2017
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Sana Rose is an award-nominated novelist, poet, physician, counseling professional, freelance writer and mom. She is based out of Kerala, India. Her debut women’s fiction novel ‘Sandcastles’ was shortlisted for ARL Literary Awards 2018 for Best Author soon after publication.






