Peace Lily
too late /shloka
to start over . . .
even the stems /christine
of my peace lily
have turned brittle
***
this baggage /shloka
i no longer wish
to carry . . .
the last downpour /christine
from torrential rains
***
colourless /shloka
i skim through life
like a ripple . . .
could I have loved /christine
you differently
***
whisking /shloka
my heart to a standstill . . .
after all these years /christine
the well has drawn
empty
***
the echo /shloka
of a faraway bird
reaches me . . .
someday I'll find it /christine
in my heart to forgive
*On the A Hundred Gourds website, the word "differently" on the 15th line was unintentionally omitted. A simple typo that has not been corrected. Here's the link.
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