In your sleep.
I hope your kid asks you
Repeatedly about the one
You seek in your dreams.
I hope you've fumbled
Everytime they all wanted an
Explanation and I hope
You had decided to never
Talk about the past.
But not today.
Not on on this gloom ladden
Sunday of late December.
But how are you gonna
Say it aloud?
How are you gonna scream
An ex lover's name in
Everyone's presence?
So you decide to prepare
Halwa with carrots from
Backwaters of Kerala,
The one you had prepared me
When we had first met.
Everyone enjoys it to
The last bit.
Your in-laws say it's the best
They've tasted.
That's the closure everyone
In the family wanted..
That's what you thought.
But your kid still goes on
Aking about me and you never
Realise when he started
Referring to me as papa.
And what shocks you more
Is why the hell is he referring
To your husband as mama.