March 2021
Bio Note: It is about a year since I started to share my writings. This has been a very
important period of my life, of learning and joy, but mainly of making new friends through poetry and
Verse Virtual community. Bengaluru in India, where I currently live, is known for presenting all seasons
in a single day. The mornings begin as in winter, the afternoons grow warmer by the hour and it rains by
the evenings filling the sky with unbelievable colors.
Story of Another Day
A morning song
The blinds lay open without pretense,
A suggestion to waning moon crescent
Of stealth and invasion,
The night still
Reluctant to unfolding of wings,
Leaving the love trapped, bare
And the soul waiting.
It had stopped raining
And the crowing had stopped too,
The morning song now playing in the trees
That continued to rain still.
Afternoon aspirations
Windows open to sunshine
With occasional breeze,
Voices outside heard in between,
An afternoon like a stretched spring
Turning moments of pride and dreams
Melancholy and out of reach.
The faces in lost shapes
A little closer to heaven
This could be the moment
Of all that was meant
To be the truth.
The homecoming
The bats hurry to roost
By the homes and the trees
That cast their shadows
Upwards and smell of peach
Until stirred by the breeze.
I walk
Past the fences and fields
Among few flowers and fewer leaves
On the branches naked and brief,
Line of a moon,
Single star to keep.
©2021 Abha Das Sarma
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