Friday, September 25, 2015

Are you still there, Ma?

The shiuli laden stems

Softly knock at my window

Leaves and petals alike

Cast their shadows against the morning sunlight.


Of flowers and sunlit mist

Interfere into my dreams

I question them even in sleep

Why o why do you come to me?

And without an answer, she begins to leave,

That's when I sniff within her last embrace

I hold her wrist, Wait!

She's gone, gone by then.


Ma, are you still there?