You.. Poem by Deepa Chandran Ram

I push aside the roses,
in moonlit darkness,
finding you..

Your undimmed splendor
born, from bygone ashes,
unveil,
the solitary pain…

The scars on your stem,
the wrinkles on your petal,
narrate a tale of perpetual journey,
that bled salt and fiddle…

Your solid fragrance,
in stoical spirit
transposed, to earthly grace,
by the gravity of rain…

I watch, as the cavalcade of
noxious serpents,
crawl through your fibrous roots
in a circle, of Gothic geometry….

The shrieking erroneous wind
bewail,
your unequal tongue
to distant land's veins..

I look at you, thus,
as your imperishable sweat
of emulous revere,
draw parallels,
only to follow a silver line
between life and death…