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BLOSSOMS IN THE UNIVERSITY GREENHOUSE
 

Each day, on my way to the Campus

Flowers earnest to bloom, greet my way

As the gentle wind pats their nascent heads

They respond softly to its humming tune

 

A smile escapes my masked lips

On the pavements decorated with

Alternating patterns, I then march on.

 

With time still to spare, wandering feet

Sought newer grounds, a copy of readings

Under my arm, I stepped beyond the familiar soil

Curious to find solitude, made way through the crowd

 

Far away, a solitary glass-shed reflected mid-summer glare

As each step became warm, I reached the secret heaven to witness

Rows of saplings silently meditating, under love and care

Further still, were the elder blossoms, celebrating the bloom of a newer one

Uninvited, I joined them, later in the evening, a rare petal graced my untied hair.

 

 

Anisha Kaul is a poet with a Master’s in English Literature, presently living in New Delhi, India. Her work is forthcoming or has appeared in Cardigan Press, Ink Drinkers Poetry, Ethel Zine, Splintered Disorder Press, Fevers of the Mind, Dwelling Literary, From the Farther Trees, and Analogies & Allegories Literary Magazine, among others. She loves to write about herself in the third person. You can reach out to her on twitter @anishakaul9.