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written by: Shalini Samuel



The old demitasse cup squeaks from the scullery
Hanging to a frail string I watch the vivacious verdure
The whispers of pans, the spoons’ clamour- I hear not
The blue Kingfisher and me- lost in a mindless trance.

The rustle of the leaves lifts my head- a demoiselle in white
Ignorant eyes, sculpted jawbone- priceless pretty princess
Uninvited sentinel I become to that charismatic charm
Taciturn, she pretends to have never seen my silhouette.

Blocked by the magnificent old teak door, I stand helpless
Unscathed, easily baggage enters as if sliding on a carousel
The retinue of ants across the window sill- a military parade
A wayward creeper from the west had found its way inside.

But I, I kept staring at the verandah- someday I could meet her
Seasons changed, the neem flowers turned brown-manure
Will I be able to glimpse the charm before the end of my tenure?
I kept waiting, by the palace side, hoping for an opportunity.

Days go on and on, changes befall every nook and corner
My mind still longs to fulfil that dream, a time-sucking mirage.
I too was going to be that neem flower sooner, time ticks off
I could never adorn her hair, nor become her bewitched smile

Shalini Samuel

Shalini Samuel

Shalini Samuel from Cape Comorin, India is a bilingual poet who is fond of nature and spirituality. She pens poems in English and Tamil. Her poems are often seen in online and print anthologies and magazines. She is the author of three poetry collections: "Singing Soul", "The PAinted Life", "Drizzle". She is fond of writing, reading, cooking, and gardening. She is a lover of nature, philosophy, and spirituality.
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