Go to him, sakhi, and take a handful of shiuli with you
flowers that but live for a day
shower down at dawn
drawing white and saffron patterns on a carpet of grass
tell him never to visit me again
not when the thunder rumbles in my heart
my pain a gentle soft wash against the darkening sky
my soul breaks out in a ripping lightning flash
and tears drown my universe
Tell him never to come calling
when the kaash flowers sway against the blue
and winged little joys take flight
my chirpings ripple into songs through my entire being
not even if a hopeful sun shines
through my eyes that haven’t closed all night
Go to him but once Sakhi,
and tell him
to never come calling at my door again
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” Love Song ” bears all the familiar hallmarks of Madhumita ‘s work . Accomplished with a deftness and surety of poetic touch ,considered and inimitably well crafted.
So nice ma’m.
I completely agree with Mr Louis Kasatkin about the depth of this poem. Like to add that SHIULI is a much revered flower in India known for its sweet smell in the night. The petals are white and the stem saffron .
Dear Louis, I am humbled and overwhelmed with your wonderful comment. thank you very much.
Thanks Lokesh Roy. Yes, and the flower is also in a way, synonymous with Autumn, the season of the main festival in India, the Durga Puja.
thank you Fathima Manal.