do not hush
or shush me
mind,
calm yourself.
let me read
each poem
with precision
and line
out loud: slow
and stealthily,
in fragments
and in flow.
blind to rhythms
and meters
at my own pace,
in my own time,
forgetting
who I am, where
I breathe.
skipping over
rice and millets,
and the prayers to God,
for, it is Sunday.
Stay with
Prerna 🙂
