Ode to a flower

I asked her, how do you feel beautiful flower, knowing of your short life. She said, why do you waste precious moments in contemplation and soak in the joy of my being.    


Fast Forward

One, two, three.

Why are these months behind me?

Spent my time

filling the calender

I never lived.

I got a bit.

Not the juicy mangoes I wanted.

But at least the pit.

Some sweet was stuck to it.

I was hungry and it tasted good.

Now it’s dry.

And I have,

One, two, three

months behind me.