Four Micropoems
by Orbindu Ganga

 

 

Night graced her

Presence, she was

Full of love. Tears

Smiled, drowned

In her absence, she

Glanced from behind

The door. She was

My crescent.

 

 

 

 

 

Seeing her missive,

Eyes smiled, waited

The whole evening,

To see her one last

Time, twilight lingered

To see the night, found

Her smiling face in the

Morning newspaper.

Eyes misted in tears,

The column was an obituary.

 

 

 

 

 

Eyes were tired of waiting

For aeons, by the Almighty's

Grace, got up from the

Cemetery. She was

Still sleeping beside me.

 

 

 

 

 

Fragrance tired of

Competing with attar,

Consumed within her,

Attar carved for

Le Monde Sur Mesure,

Seeing her, attar gave

Fragrance to her, she

Followed the wind and

Became the zephyr.

 

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