Monday, March 8, 2010


A pale(dying) petal bathed in the rain
A lone(broken)twig, blighted and gnarled
Do they seek each other in their endless streams of thought
In their rusty lives,in their quiet deaths?!

1 comment:

  1. Beautiful Lakshmi :)
    You have watched nature through magnifying glasses, and infused her creations with humanity. Reading your poem provides a sense of emotional attachment to the inanimate. It almost feels as if I can identify and empathize with leaves and petals now, and they on their part are glad I can.