Thus,
Sitting down
On shore of the pond,
That built by
Digging deep
in her chest,
She was busy
In hiding
The firethorns of desires,
With the feeble green of
water mosses
And
Burning them to ash
Without
Falling into the sight
of even dragonfly.
In between,
The rain bird dropped
A seed
From it’s heart
Into her muddy deep.
Even she!
Never knew about it.
She offered
Both legs,
Hands,
Chest,
Liver,
Neck,
Face,
Hair,
Nerves,
And blood
in turn
To incinerate,
In Cold water,
The flaring hopes
Fully into ash,
Without a bit left
As unburnt charcoal.
Sprouted the seed,
Even breathing
The ash
Of the pool.
From the deep
Muddy bottom,
Of her
Chest,
Cracking it open,
Spreaded the banyan,
high and vast,
Ascending to heaven,
Spreading shade
Over the evergreen fields,
And then,
Over the harvested brown.
But she!
Never knew about it.
Ash birds
flew around,
Made nests in banyan,
And
Their younger ones
Started
Sweet babbling
And laughing
By
Opening their
Pinky
tender Beaks.
Ha, how sweet is the shade!
But she!
Never knew anything about it.
She has become
The roots!
The roots of a
Rain tree!
That made the honey rain,
With the soft moves of
Tender leaves,
And,
That whispered only her name,
With the spreaded web of
Lovely breath,
By,
Wiping off the
Browny black dust
of Burnt hopes
of the past,
Into
Richly Sprouted,
Shining green
Of the ever flowering,
Giant rain tree.
But she!
Never knew anything out it.
Sunitha Ganesh
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