Mrs. T | Megha Saha

I understand why Mrs. T makes it a point
to see the doctor- physicals and otherwise;
It must be satisfying- getting to talk
about her nausea, unfettered-about how it bloats
her up and thumps at her epiglottis
as if it’s a floodgate.

At home, she lets her daughters stay just long
enough for them to realize that they’ve let
her down but not long enough to make amends;

You can see it in her in-between smile that she’s as
frail as china but as stubborn as her old bones
that bend over backwards and yet hold her up;

Mrs. T has been your age and does not care for
novelties ; Maybe she’s tired of comings and goings
of things-or in things that come and go;

In her defense, the sour-bread has always been sour
and Jesus has always been kind to truants and followers
alike.

Indian Review | Authors | Read the works of Megha Saha on Indian Literature Magazine | Megha is a 19-year-old first-year student at Gujarat National Law University. Her poems have been published in eFiction India, Textploit and Saintbrush. She has sudden bouts of affection for sugary food and steaming-hot coffee. Although she hails from Kolkata, she hasn’t been able to make peace with the unbearable humidity.