Volume 5 | Issue 1 | April - May
2011 |
A Thought
Aparna Vasudevan
The ocean sank,
Also, her sprouting hopes.
Like a falling meteorite,
She kissed the earth under her feet,
Which gave her a full support.
The only life on which she depends,
The only partner of her sufferings,
The only pacifier of her sorrows,
Was that muddy ‘burnt sienna’.
Remembrance was her duty,
About that sweet shallow shade
Whose sugary lips gave her-
An aweless satisfactory chillness.
Memory was her dream,
About that satiny feeling
And its feathery fingers lingered in her
Like a heavenly flight on a thunderbird.
Aparna Vasudevan -
