Mother's Lap

By Manasa Reddy Chichili

In a winter night

I lay on the ground

Touched by the cool breeze

I watch the moon from the wooden gaps

Feeling like the hard floor

Is as soft as my mother’s lap

In mom's dairy

changes soil to soil

Attaining rebirth every single time 

Before moving with their new life

Whenever someone speaks in their mother tongue 

They become a dear one

And for a short moment

I am a closed book.

 In the past, we were the best.

The present is unspoken.

 I lost my precious memories.

Our life was full of happiness -

Now it's unspoken.

My world has grown so small.

But I have learned so much from you.

By Manasa Reddy Chichili