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Six No Five


The five sandalwood bottles 
seen in the almirah 
after  dad’s death,

Dad fathered six  but always 
five came to the forefront while 
alive and remain so after his death.

A long standing staff of dad
 participates in the division
 where mom involves 

with articulation saying 
she requires precision, 
emphasizes on fair partition,

if one gets less, she compensates 
by buying the deficiency 
the five turn happy.

The staff hesitantly asks mother,
 what about the sixth one? Her share?
 She warns him to be quiet.

Wiping his moist eyes,
 he walks to me. makes gestures,
 being not able to talk,

one he is emotionally choked.
other  the instruction from mother,
keeps his tongue tied 

Pacifying him in sign language, i
point out to the  bottles which father has left, 
significant  of his intentions. The man counts,

Not the sixth child in order, 
but the fourth, I smile 
at times my lips taste salty.