Fabiyas M V Poet Free verse

Sahib's Waiting

Sahib’s head
swings in an arm-chair
while waiting for his son.

              A midnight fox howls.  
              His son hasn’t returned 
              yet. Disquietude deepens.

Curls of smoke 
stain adolescence
in the cannabis lit nights.
                    
                    His son washes
                    his wounds in rum. His
                   stepmother’s tongue was sharp.

Bell rings, as usual. 
Sahib opens the door,
his mind’s hinges grate.
                  
                   His son passes by
                   as an emperor from
                   the lawless kingdom,

and stares with
his sin streaked eyes.
Reek of liquor mutes Sahib. 

                 Each night burns
                 until its edge. Waiting’s 
                 love’s non-profit pain.	
                 

First published in Scarlet Leaf Review, Canada

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