POETRY

The Fragrant Flower of Reciprocation

A Song We All Know

Clicked by the Author in Mysore, Karnataka, India

The sun-drenched rim of the world calls to me,
my gaze a tether anchoring me to its flame,
a curious calm washes over me, the sun dips low,
a farewell gesture urging a smile to my lips,
but a smile finds no purchase, my mind a tangled mesh of thoughts, perhaps an artist, with a brush dipped in the fiery orange of the horizon, could…