A mother's prescription

A mother's prescription

 { To Renee (Pres of Baby James Foundation), my friend, dearest.}

Sewn lips.

She cannot tell.

Failed words storm the window of heart.

Eyes have all the water

                             Ever flowed under this bridge.

She pouts at her wavy figure,

A disturbed reflection upon filthy river.

Her lips cannot part.

Her body can remember

The crooked fingers Into Her

Touches that goes beyond skin or flesh

Touches from world apart

                                 From an under world of hellish glee.

What will she

                                If, at all, ever do?

A filthy creek to jump

As an unknown and untimely departure

                                            (she has seen on T.V.)

Or

Tell to a tree as per her mother's advice!

A tree, which cannot do anything, dies.