The chrysanthemums are stars of a sun
Taking sun light from wind and worms,
A bouquet to nobody except the earth pot

Its mother of womb, softly under water
In earthly fragrance of mother and wind.
A sky overlooks from blue parapet wall

Topped with Krishna-black granite like
Lake mirroring the trees,in the evenings.
Like stars they promise to last for ever.


About nisheedhi

Retired banker with poetry and photography as chief interests
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