Four Micropoems
by Orbindu
Ganga
Night graced her
Presence, she was
Full of love. Tears
Smiled, drowned
In her absence, she
Glanced from behind
The door. She was
My crescent.
Seeing her missive,
Eyes smiled, waited
The whole evening,
To see her one last
Time, twilight lingered
To see the night, found
Her smiling face in the
Morning newspaper.
Eyes misted in tears,
The column was an obituary.
Eyes were tired of waiting
For aeons, by the Almighty's
Grace, got up from the
Cemetery. She was
Still sleeping beside me.
Fragrance tired of
Competing with attar,
Consumed within her,
Attar carved for
Le Monde Sur Mesure,
Seeing her, attar gave
Fragrance to her, she
Followed the wind and
Became the zephyr.
