Shayari Bazar

NightNight came, sirens.Dark and breathless, it camewith the limp shape of my mother in its arms./In its white coat, it came with her from the bath/laid her on the floor in the hall./It struck her blue mouthforced the metal of its own mouth over the water of hers./It blew into her againand again. It said, Stay.It asked her name.Morning came. Tender it cameas tender as the one before.It brought wallsand the doors of the house stood swinging open and closing upon our secrets/for everyone to see. For days,I slept with the wordsI'd heard her singing in the tubHello, darkness.