Dark creepers,white flowers


Muted conversations are heard in the street
In the gray shadows of the houses of dusk.
Women squat on the steps of their houses
To discuss  kids, husbands and neighbors.
Their memories go back to other evenings
Of kids, drunk husbands and bad neighbors,
Of the  pretty floral designs before houses
Other women made in rice powder and color.
The incense smoke from  four-armed gods
Enters the streets, reaches up to the tall trees
And electric wires, goes up in silken  swirls.
As darkness sets tiny white flowers break out
From loving mother creepers on the houses
Like the stars we  see burst on our roof at night.


About nisheedhi

Retired banker with poetry and photography as chief interests
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