Thursday, April 11, 2013

The creeper over the garage shed

That thin creeper like
Flowery tree
Which I planted by my own hands years ago three
Saw this morn finally
Got blossoms...

Over the shade of the garage
Where she had been lying all these years
Finally broke out into smile
Of being a meek fragile kind
But she got blossoms all right...

Looked at her tired
Sleepy way
Of climbing up all the way
Holding on to layers of bricks
And slabs of concrete...
She had been doing it for these years
And spent sleepy under wails and tears
And the lashing storm and the turbulence...
She
finally becomes a flowery tree
With blossoms hanging from her bough
Trembling in the breeze...
Lucid...
Joyous...
Festive...

Over the garage shed...

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