Heartache

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My breasts shriveled
and dried up.
Ready to crumble
At the softest touch
And fall
In a heap of dust
Upon that bread
As stiff as crust
That hurt
The swollen gums
Of the infant
Who looked up
With teary eyes
And leaky nose,
And shyly beat a retreat
Into the folds

Of Mommy's saree.

But she just stared vacantly
At a spot on the ground
Her lips shriveled - too consumed
To utter a sound.

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