The breeze greets her
She interprets—
a hard day ahead,
the lake sports an emerald hue,
a squirrel timidly peers,
she sits on a stool near her window
her hairs glint in tangerine flare,
her eyes turgid with tales,
waiting for a passer-by,
to stop, listen and
share her woes,
the cows are reluctant to leave their shed,
the fishes are perhaps hibernating,
a flock of birds run a marathon,
somersaulting with their trimmed bodies,
the sun surfs defiantly
a red pigment cascades through her skin
trickles down
to the nook and crannies of her veins
she floats in pain
but sits there unnerved,
braving the squalls
of a tumultuous foray
with a book in her hand,
a smile on her face
she yearns to survive the sultry season.
Anindita Sarkar is from Kolkata, Westbengal, India. Her mother tongue is Bengali. Her works have appeared recently or are forthcoming in Indolent Books, Door is ajar, CaféLit, Writing in a woman’s voice, 433 mag among others.
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