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440th Weekly Poetry Contest winner: Midnight Dreams

by Fabiyas M V

Roar abates.
My sea is serene like sleep.
They often gather here and
disappear before the dawn.

My dad’s smile like a crescent
gleams again through our
coconut palms – his words
have lost voice, yet their
cooling effect is still there.

My grandma gives me my
favorite fruit, calling me
‘Baby’ sweetly, and walks
back along the shore.

Whenever I had cried over
my dry dish - a thousand times
during my boyhood - she
managed to give me a banana
somehow. Now I feel the real
taste of her voice and banana.

Midnight is sometimes blue.
A cat eyed girl creeps like
a snake on the shore.

All die, but all die never.

First published in The Literary Hatchet.

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