Category: Poem

A poem from my book “STILL LOVED STILL MISSED”

LOVE UNDER THE LAVENDER TREE

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“Under the lavender tree we stood,

A wrinkled face you looked, mine.

Your heart got hooked, it seemed;

When were you born?‖ you asked.

 

I, then, took a travel down my

Memory lane; re-lived the day,

When I was the chubby girl, saw you first

Under the same lavender tree.

 

Briskly you walked; rarely you smiled

Even to your few fellow friends.

And, I was invisible to your eyes;

A shadow masked you, I guess.

 

A cheery spring sent me in,

To your eyes (and to your heart?)

Under the same lavender tree

I stood smiling, my mind at cloud nine.

 

…………………………………………………………………

Now, we are worn and torn,

But still, you ask when I was born.

Know and note, my beloved, the day

I saw you, was the day I was born. ”

© Mridula

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Dragons

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Every day I despise,
The diverse dragons in disguise.
Those with a fake smile.
The ones who offer a false style.


Every day I despise,
The diverse dragons in disguise.
Every so often they appear as,
Chilling fears or milling tears.
Off and on they appear as, 
Burying worries or worrying hurries.

Every day I despise,
The diverse dragons in disguise.
Now I have made a will,
To bring all the dragons to kill.

___________________

{Sunday Photo Fiction – February 3, 2019}

Tears of Joy

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(Photo: Caroline Hernandez via Unsplash)

 

The stage was merry.
The audience at the ready
The wide eyes showed worry.

“Don’t fret my angel!”
Mamma patted her darling.

“They may frown, I fear!”
The little one panted,
pulling her tie along.

“You will do well!”
Mamma kept telling.

The little one did well.
Mamma cried tears of joy.
Love always wins.

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