Mandira Mitra - Kitchen garden

Now touches the first ray of the Sun
My tomatoes’ ruby face
Peeping from the green junction
Of their dark gloomy foliage.
Auburn concentric beans
Stalk amethyst aubergines
Subtle whispers pass
From grass to grass.
Turnips cringe and shy
From birds flying by
As a single spotted sparrow
Alights on a long white marrow.
Creepers trembling on
Blinding lanes forlorn
Climb for old times’ sake;
Slumbering parsleys wake.
Leaves within or without
Veins and muscles sprout,
Night’s memory fades
Under deep papaya shades.
Fumbling vaguely for grace
I lose my youngest sorrow’s trace
And ponder means and ways
To spill my endless vacuity of days.

Mandira Mitra

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