Her Stilled Presence Poem by sreelekha premjit

The briskness is missing
so is the spontaneous smile
the constant rearranging
the fiddling with a curl

indifference of gods and mortals
pushing her to the brink
waiting endlessly for the
never happening change

stilled her presence
muted her effervescence
a ghost of her former self
a laugh dead before it bloomed

still a mother, still a wife
subdued in hues
submissive in spirit
a painful sight

to those who love her
she is a fallen leaf
find her for me
her only daughter...