Then…..

Abstract poem

When in Time’s autumn

The trees are bare,

Never to flower again;

Then will some girl lament,

As I am doing now?

The dry robs water from the air,

Leaves nothing for me to breathe.

In early winter, faraway sister

Merry, melancholy, fate-stabbed�"

Will you gasp too?

Then in the Decembers and Januaries,

Of bitter cold, and layers and layers of woollens for me,

You went out into snow;

In a thin, white, muslin gown�"

Clung, and wept for the tree, asleep for eternity.

The year will wake for me.

Sweet winds of sap and song.

My trees are tender green.

The mango trees are golden and russet in flower.

I breathe �" in an ecstasy!

You, buried your world long ago,

And I forgot.

Reviews

[Reena]

Its beautiful -the images that your words conjure up,
The seasons and the gifts they bring but oh! sorrow too lies exposed here
like it is yet another season of the year!

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. very uniquely expressed ... with beautiful words and sentiments ... very poignant ... with a nice sprinkling of alliteration ...

[Radhika]

Thanks again, Rupam, - you read with feeling. You GOT the poem. Awesome. And thank you for introducing me to this wonderful community. I hope to take the time and become an active part in it.

-Radhika.

[deadlife]

......heart wrenching sad but beautiful at the same time... i love the ending, esp. the way the mood changes in the second last stanza.. as if she wakes up from a reality to a dream ... very well done. Kudos!
~rupam