The Mourners : A poem

A solitary tree stands

It’s twisted branches

against the dark rainy sky

reaching out to the heavens above

The mourners lament in a chorus

perched high above

Their shinning black coats

Glistening

The hearse turns around the corner.

Deliverance: A Poem

The little boy stands alone

On the banks of the Ganges

His head shaved clean

Like the white sky above

Moist eyes filled with anticipation

Look around at trees and parapets

Three mounds of rice lie on a leaf

Waiting for a crow’s touch

for deliverance of his father’s soul

Note: (One of the most important religious rituals after cremation in Hindus is, to do “Pind Dan” (offerings to the crow to help the soul attain salvation after cremation of the body. The crow is considered auspicious. The ritual is performed by the son.)

First Rose in my Winter Garden

The sweetest flower that blows,
I give you as we part.
For you it is a Rose,
For me it is my heart.

- Frederick Peterson

dewy love in every fold..