Creepers


A poem a day

 

 

 

 

 

 

4. Creepers

Nothing can salvage them   

Some evenings are meant to be drowned
in melancholy

sweeter than the koel’s insistent call
to its absent mate   

mellower than an autumn afternoon thought
that creeps up sun-warmed walls 

slow and slower   

letting the old hurt breathe
in its arms
once again
©Reena Prasad

creepers

 

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