Monday, February 26, 2018

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.

7 comments:

  1. Thanks, Sravini, for "the immature rain" and "aging with memories," these are luscious poetic images

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    1. Thank you so much for reading my poem and your wonderful comment.

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  2. Dear Sravani, you write with a lot of imagery. I enjoyed reading your poem.

    Best wishes,
    Inge

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  3. such rich, vibrant words - beautiful

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