Seema Aarella - ! ! ...RENAISSANCE

Just when I vaguely thought
Our journey was over,
You casually walked all over
The droning tiles of my heart
With your still soiled feet,
And beautified my emptiness
With the décor of your footprints.

After the final few utterance
You stood blank, divested of words,
Voice shriveled in grueling summer
Of silence, but before your lips
Could inarticulate themselves
They curved in a perpetual smile
As prelude to a possible spring

Every time I visualized death
Within the cramped coffin space
A frail throb of an emerging desire
Wriggled in the womb of muteness
Like when I thought the caterpillar
Was dead, it turned into a butterfly
And enthralled my private garden.

Seema Aarella

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