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.