Father
the city is ugly dark filthy
how can I get my father?
he is lost my mom says
she gave me birth at 14
I am hungry cold, pie helps
water is filthy too
mom says I want to die
if god says yes, who is he?
who is he my father? is he that god?
I am 10 not that old
mom says I am like my father
she cowers slaps me
funny words brat brat
it sounds cat my little Rex
died last year yellow eyes
sweet he was meek cringer
my friend Linda tattered
frock nutty breath kissed me
touched my yes I puked
no foods rotten guavas
other witches smell bad
weeping scars gloved with mitten
toothless, lousy one was good
gave me a piece of bread one day
now what can I do? where is my father ?
What is father?
city stinks.
© RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
12/14/2014
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