Madame Minda

i remember when i was yet so small like a

snail,

mother took me to your house where the roof leaks like a wooden

boat

and i was gazing up my eyes fixed on some stars that night like a

telescope

and mother pinched me in my arm afraid to offend your poverty like a

worm

but then i could not be stopped and i spoke so loud asking mother why are
they so poor like a

rat

and mother silenced me with her hand covering my mouth and you pretended
you did not hear anything like a

pig

you stared at me but i could not be outdone i also stared at you like a white

pegion

that was how it was Madame Minda, we started as two opposing river banks
we never reach each other like you were my broad back and i am a short

hand

that never reached your heart

i never miss you and you never change.Whatever are you i simply keep it
to myself like a

wart.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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