Blue and Black

Among a cradle of leaves

A frog sits facing away from me.

Green leaves, touched with faint morning dew. 

The brook by the side is dry.

A butterfly flitters, faint beats of the wing

Ruffle the leaves.

No flowers, no drip of water drops.

Even the wind is still. 

I peer among the bushes

Vainly for a glimpse of a damselfly

Blue and black, who should be here.

I, the man, who beat everything 

Blue and black. 

**** Balachandran V, Trivandrum. 21.03.2018