A Mother's Plea

By Kavya Venkateshwaran

An unbridled epiphany,

Is what it seems,

The glistening sea,

And it’s endless zephyr,

Tries to heal,

As the blazing sun,

Looks down upon my woe.

The coruscating waves,

On the very same pellucid sea,

On a moonlit night,

Pleads to me,

To not sequester myself but avow,

The reason for my desolation.

And so I speak,

A humble invocation,

To the auburn day,

And the white night,

“Sweet daughter mine,

‘tis you I seek,

In this very land,

Were you, taken by the waves,

Prithee, come back to me.”

By Kavya Venkateshwaran