Bio Note: An engineer and management consultant by profession, writing is what I enjoy more. I look forward to writing for Verse Virtual at the beginning of each month. My poems have also appeared in Muddy River Poetry Review, Spillwords and Sparks of Calliope. Having spent my growing up years in small towns of northern India, currently I live in the city of Bengaluru.
A Picture Perfect
It had to be now A home of forty two years must end I must move. I thought of the trees May Flower, Mahogany, Cassia and Tabebuia That would continue to adorn the long avenues, Color the ground orange, bright red and purple. Some of the petals falling bondage to the fresh tarmac for keeps. I tried to hear the morning With sparrows, swallows, doves, green pigeons and mynas, Watched the eagles swoop down again up and remembered The only time I saw the paradise bird, Its long black and white tail upwards. There were times when a family of owls would sit waking up at dusk And then other times when a six feet cobra would block the entire path Winding and unwinding itself as it crossed in the shadows of dark. I decided to walk to the marshy spot one last time, the pond Filled with wild lotus where the sign read, DANGER Pond is very deep do not get in Snakes are present in the pond Rocks are present in the pond At dead of night, an invitation of sorts illuminated by the stars. The steps went down into the protected secrets, each of the lotuses Turning into faces talking of ancestors, the families coming alive, Our sitting together. A recurrent dream every now and then. All the furniture, clothing and appliances now stood transported. The curtains too hung in place, a much needed shelter from the sun's gaze. The walls smelt of fresh paint, The corners did not show years of strain and the book titles lay exposed With layers of dust no longer guarding them in racks. From room to room I staggered and stared, a stranger in her own place, until I recalled a family picture, all of us together, daughter-in-laws, sons and their daughters. A picture perfect now hung opposite my bed Resurrecting this place into my home.
©2021 Abha Das Sarma
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