Fermenting overnight
After an afternoon of being grinded down
Caressed
Beaten
Mixed
Loved
Hated
By my mother.
A nuisance to make
A nuisance to care
I stick to her hands like honey,
I leave my imprint on her face, hair which is
A nuisance to remove
I ferment and ferment
Push against the walls of the box
I beg to be left out
To be beaten to be moulded
Skinny or fat
With poke marks or smooth
Dark or white
For others or for herself
For everything is better than to be
Confined away from my mother
Who loves me as much as she hates me
Who beats me as much as she caresses me
Who gives me shape, a purpose, a life.
The life force she gave me ferments within me
Grows and grows me
I am her servant, and she my creator
I was moulded out of lentil clay
And her labour
And i return the favour of giving me life
By giving her my life
By being malleable and palpable
For it is the least i can do.
I am a burden and a boon
Although i try hardest to not be the former
But to be the latter i have to be the former.
Mother hates to make me
But loves to consume me
And loves to let others consume me
And i love to let her consume me whole
And others too
For i am malleable, edible, palpable
Everything she wanted.
Next day morning my mother arrives and sighs
Ive made a mess once again
My body reaches out of the eversilver box in the shrine
Right in front of krishna and rama
"Always making a mess," she sighs.
She picks me up.
I feel love
In the present in her arms
And in the future in her mercy.
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lentil rice
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