I love it the way the flower buds lean.
Like young children leaning out of the window
Of a passing bus.
I love it the way the flower buds glow in the light
Like virginal pubescent girls, eager to bloom,
Eager to love and be loved.
I love it, the sensuously soft petals
So smooth and tender to touch
Like the arm of one I no longer remember.
All that remains, is her fragrance -
Long after the bloom and the withering
All that would remain is the fragrance
Of that flower in my memory.
***** Balachandran, Trivandrum, 30.04.2020
