Ammumma made one.
Years back.
With love,
Struggles
And her skin.
Amma made one.
With words
Torn skirt,
(With lavender flowers on it)
And her injured uterus.
I am making one.
With memories.
Smells.
Shaking borders.
Nail-less fingers.
Lynched stories.
The three walls
Glued together
Like
Kisses.
