Memories
by S. Neelakantan

My mother, pregnant, was in the hospital-bed.
"A baby sister", she was once again reminded.
She kissed me and said, “Yea”
“I will get you one without delay.”
         
            (After a few days)

Many hands led me where a baby screamed.
“A sister it is,” cried they “that you always dreamed.”
But I left the crowd and, crying, to my mother sped
“Why here?,” she chided; “I heard you scream more” was all I said.

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