Dear Father, Do you tend to eat your words? Do you choke on them? Or, do You just not like talking to me? Dear Father, Your complacent face will not Allow me to guess what goes On In that mind of yours. The Chronic frown will ruin this Relationship of ours. Dear Father, The silence eats away at my Ears and I could do anything To drive it away. So, talk. Utter … [Read more...]
Avantika Singhal a budding poet writes for Indian Review. Join in the joy of literature.
I remember lumbering to the bathroom In the middle of the night. My emotions and Tears would be all over the place. I would Cry and sulk and think back on what had Caused my stomach to ache. An angel like Apparition would make an appearance Soon after, with a gentle disposition and a Tiny smile on her face, instructing me to lie Down and relax. I would … [Read more...]