Poem by Dr. Ranjana Sharan Sinha
Ribboned and cellophaned– she stayed under her sky–I remember often enough;
Those pretty stars–bright balls of crystal chandelier–I remember often enough.
She woke up with the aroma of tea in a bone china pot with light pink roses,
Kashmiri chain stitches on the white tea cozy–I remember often enough.
Falling rain– the soft, sodden whispers of shower–pitter . . . patter . . . Pitter-patter;
Drops seeping in through hairlines–the rose and the rain–I remember often enough.
Tear-like broken rain became quite beautiful creating a brand-new pluviophile;
Fragments melted into fragrance in a sweet-sad moment–I remember often enough.
Leaves–lava-red and burnishing brown–fell on her autumnal heart with swishing sound;
The breaths of wilted flowers pervaded the air–I remember often enough.
The drizzle and the silent serenade, the psithurism of the leaves in the breeze;
The sunset sky and shadows amid petrichor–I remember often enough!
Copyright Dr. Ranjana Sharan Sinha