Neena Singh

India

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this year too
coming to a close
we spin round and round
on the carousel of life
praying the music to ripple for long

 

 
squirrels scamper up
and race down the oak tree
furry tails bob
as the grandma dances
swaying in the bright sunlight 

 
 

the flower seller 
pushes rajnigandha* stalks
through the cab window
fragrant white blossoms nod
in persuasion like the boy


Note: rajnigandha* are white long-stemmed flowers that blossom at night

 

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in the bathtub
baby tries to clutch water
small fists swirl
laughs merrily his hands dripping
granny sings "Life is but a dream  

 

 

on a cloud carpet
as if in meditation
serene mountain peaks...
faraway a villager dreams 

of the gentle patter of rain  

 

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surf shimmers

on the rolling waves
along Miami beach…
holding a friend's faded postcard  
feathery fronds of memory sway

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