Sunday, January 21, 2018


I cannot write about Spring.

Spring never came.
I bought it
bottled in pots with blooming dahlias and big, big flowers
(what are they called?)

But it never came.

The bottles
after their expiry date

I remember the summers
the winters
and the autumns
(especially the autumns)
But Spring?
It never came.


Vandana Sharma said...

Another awesome poem. Sometimes hope is just not enough ad at time one gives it up.

How do we know said...

Vandana ji: :) Thank you!!