Adithya R Hassan

Chrysanthemums and Marigolds Monsoon has wrapped my house, Dank air and dull light, Amid the halo of a full blown summer, She had planted marigolds, Said, ‘festive season is not far’ A commentary of tending and watering, withered, As some unknown disease, sucked them lifeless, That morning, staring at sticklike corpses She cried ‘ my hand is cursed’ As though…

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