Birthday song

The boys ate dinner in their silence.
They had passed all such incidents,

After their birth by faceless women
The dads who left them, in swaddle

As if they were flowers in their dew.
They now pray for mom’s memory,

Who had been an incident long ago
And sing a birthday song to incident.

(On visit to an orphanage)

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