Posted by: Ron DuBour | March 22, 2017

SPLENDENT~by Indira Sadanandan


 

 

SPLENDENT

My memory
A lone flower bloomed at the tip of
The vine I nurtured at the corner
Of my brain
The sweet smell of which I
Breath in my dreams.
All my visions I formed out of it
All my wishes I shaped out of it.
You are not away from me to come in
You stay with me as an outsourcing
Sharing splender and joy.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

Categories

%d bloggers like this: