A Trivial Wish
A poem
Published in
Apr 26, 2021
A rose did bloom in my bosom,
Caressed by a young breeze.
Day’s shift is over.
Dimming by inches,
His attire of inverted ocean.
By my place, the tea is fine,
Fine enough to drown me,
Warm enough to carry me
Out with its vapors
So no longer I am seen,
So no longer I am heard.
Beyond those curls,
On those cherry cheeks
And eyes borrowed its hue
From the winter sky,
A flame drew me in
Kindling my candle
And nourished void.
My ‘Well-Wisher’ will be exchanging
With her new bird
By next week.
They will be applauding
On broken branches.
Withered petals have lost stories,
The scent has lasted till night.
I have pressed on ‘Spin and Rinse,’
Time is my detergent.
