Day-16
NaPoWriMo-2025
PC: Sunita
The fresh fragrance of petrichor
hits the notes. On the swing
She swings absorbing the sweetness
In the air. A slight drizzle evokes
many memories of bygone days.
Especially, the hot sultry summers
The tiny wisp of childhood, the sudden
Conventional showers. Not to forget
the mangoes and watermelons. As she swings
The jasmine vine in her tiny corner, in full bloom,
Wafting and intoxicating its presence in the dizzy evening.
Her eyes are brimmed with tears
With all the beauty around her. The plugs are on.
Bringing her solace as well as a lingering ache.
A sad melody by her favourite singer
Mukesh, stirs her heart and soul
She breaths deeply,-she swings on the swing.
She closes her eyes and remember
A sweet teenage love, unrequited-
But, those feelings she felt were real.
The tiny cozy corner of her house
Reminds her that some things are
Not meant to be. Cannot fight
With fate as Buddha said so. The fragrant
Evening sings a lullaby of
Many memories tucked
In the corner of her heart.
Suddenly, " Time for Dinner"
Disturbs her from a world
Which is only hers.
Participating in ; NaPoWriMo-2025
Lovely personal poem. Well done !
ReplyDeleteThank you very much :)
DeleteBeautiful! I like the swing between memory and melancholy.
ReplyDeleteThank you,Deepa :)
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