Window garden

These white flowers shall garden my window now.
My clothes shall smell of wilted flowers in pocket.

I shall keep fears on hold, this side of the window
Under a table light that reads nice smelling words

Remembering parijat flowers waiting on the earth,
Their faces down , feet duly up, at the crack of dawn.


About nisheedhi

Retired banker with poetry and photography as chief interests
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