Poems wilt

fragrance of jasmine 

on the morning after

crunchiness of the dried leaves 

under the soft feet 

coffee so piping hot, 

aah, it almost 

burnt her tongue 

now, tending to the little garden

stripping away weeds 

and perhaps weed like thoughts

she glows in the morning sun

morning glories entwined the yard

she entwined in her earthly desires 

soggy soil and her delicate dirty hands

she kneads the cacophony of her soul

some seeds sown here and there 

do bloom in right time 

mysterious power of words 

poems wilt and die if not written

sow them and they bloom 

poetry is an abundant harvest

of life as it happens

poems find homes 

in the delicate hands of the reader! 

#world poetry day