Bio Note: I grew up in small towns of northern India and currently live in the city of Bengaluru. An engineer and management consultant by profession, I enjoy writing more. Through Verse Virtual I have made friends from across the world and it has been an extremely inspirational association. My poems have also appeared in Muddy River Poetry Review, Spillwords, and Sparks of Calliope.
I would return to find that moon We had believed would rise Waiting under the night sky Content with stars, some bright. The neon lights flickered Through coconut rows Bioluminescence lined a rumbling ocean Of suspicion below. We chose an arduous afternoon then Shimmering grains of sand waiting In ocean for a century and more For whispers to be heard Bodies to be immortalized.
©2021 Abha Das Sarma
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