On a Lawn of Deeds
written by: Preethi Saravanakumar
On a lawn of deeds,
grew bright wild flowers;
orange, yellow and red.
I gladly let them adorn me!
Fine fragrances filtered froth,
but the rich colors did bleed.
On a lawn of deeds,
grew bright wild flowers;
orange, yellow and red.
I watered them, fed and trimmed.
They spread across wildly wide,
Did I notice the depth of embed?
On a lawn of deeds,
grew bright wild flowers;
orange, yellow and red.
Red petals carried hidden wrath
of satin-like naive negligence-
my slippery thoughts unraveled…
On a lawn of deeds,
grew bright wild flowers;
orange, yellow and red.
Yellow petals brought memories
through the times that I’ve loved,
laughed or consciously lived.
On a lawn of deeds,
grew bright wild flowers;
orange, yellow and red.
Orange petals mysteriously
triggered joy, wrapped inside
was a tinge of guilt and pride.
On a lawn of deeds,
grew bright wild flowers;
orange, yellow and red.
- On a Lawn of Deeds - May 2, 2025
