tears, they fall down her face,
into a wave, the white foam,
joining the sea.
she’s cooking, a dhal curry,
to eat with rice and fried sprats
while she adds the salt,
a tear falls down her cheek,
alone since her children left her.
he comes home late, drunk
tastes the food, she lovingly cooked for him,
throws it in her face,
for it tasted like nothing, no salt, no spices
he’s running, away from his father,
who beats him for no reason at all,
sweat dripping down his face,
tasting salty in mouth,
as he collapsed to the ground
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