Mother’s Lap by Manasa Reddy Chichili

Manasa Reddy Chichili | April 6th, 2026 | poetry | No Comments

Poem

In a winter night

I lay on the ground

Touched by the cool breeze

I watch the moon from the wooden gaps

Feeling like the hard floor

Is as soft as my mother’s lap

In mom’s dairy

changes soil to soil

Attaining rebirth every single time

Before moving with their new life

Whenever someone speaks in their mother tongue

They become a dear one
And for a short moment

I am a closed book.

In the past, we were the best.

The present is unspoken.

I lost my precious memories.

Our life was full of happiness –
Now it’s unspoken.

My world has grown so small.

But I have learned so much from you.

Me and my mom

Playing with seashells

In a dream

Seashells vague like a memory
When will I realize

That I’m alone now?

Poet Bio

I’m Manasa Reddy Chichili, a poet and short story writer from Hyderabad, Telangana. My haiku and tanka have been published in several journals such as Under the Basho, Mainichi Haiku, Awen, Atlantean Publishing among others. My longer poems have also been published on PoetryPotion, The Wise Owl and Neccheli. My haiku was nominated for the Touchstone Award (2025), and I have also dabbled in writing haikus directly in Japanese (in haikutown.jp).

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