Flow--By Sravani singampalli--India

Flow

As I smell the sweet earthy scent

Of the immature rain

I remember those pleasant moments

I start aging with memories

I see the soft fall of a magnolia flower

And warmth emanates from my saffron love

I get lost in my little world

It stops raining

The first rays of sun

Hit the earth

And somewhere at a corner

A small flower emerges

Out of the dead leaves

Just like a spark of light

In the increasing darkness

I have become petrichor

I am the fresh perfume

Issued from cardamom thoughts!

Sravani singampalli is a published writer and poet from India. She is presently pursuing doctor of pharmacy at JNTU KAKINADA university in Andhra Pradesh, India.