February 2023
Bio Note: I live in Bengaluru, India. I have been writing in my blog for many years now but it is for the last three years that my poems have appeared in online journals. This has been life changing since it has connected me to a wonderful poet community from across the world.
When it is night
I look to the sky
By far street light-
Quivering strips of yellow
Baring the trees amid
A contoured heady evening.
Smell of wood rising with the ashes-
A warm remainder of an exhausted day.
I long for points of belief
Under a silvery expanse of grey,
Still-
I hope for the Geminids
By my window, by my bed.
To keep,
To wish on each-
Long after the smoke has receded
And the fragrances have died
By the glow of tonight.
©2023 Abha Das Sarma
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