Everything is a scintillating gold
Jasmines and beads shroud my eyes
But my taut lips stifle my dimples
There’s no tinkle on Mother’s wrists
She smiles, placid in soft pastel. Not
Everything is a scintillating gold
Banquet tables are laid heavy
Locked tunes escape the shehnais
Jasmines and beads shroud my eyes
Without your hand on my head, Father
I say ‘Qubool Hai,’ when asked thrice
But my taut lips stifle my dimples
** Translations
Qubool hai – I accept
Shehnai -a wind musical instrument
Another cascade poem for:
This was gorgeous, Sara! Brilliant sensory details and packed with emotion in such few words. Well done!
Thanks Hema, didn't get a chance to read your story yet:( Hoping to get it soon!
Well done, Sara! I could see the scene with every word. It was a beautiful cascade. 🙂
Lovely! I wanted to read so much into this, wondering why her taut lips weren't smiling and where her father was. Nicely done.
Thanks for reading Melony!
Thanks for reading Margaret.I did not want to spell the grief out.
Lovely. Really lovely imagery!
The words convey more than they say. Beautifully expressed, Sara.
Thanks for participating in Chatty Blogs. It'd be great if you could link to it at the bottom of the post, so others can get to join in too. 🙂
So beautiful. Loved it, Sara.
Thanks Parul:)
Oh, did I forget this time?Will make sure next time!Thanks!
Lovely Sara.. Beautiful scene before my eyes. Even I want to know more why lips weren't smiling.
Thanks for stopping by, Ramya!