My loves a burning incense amidst a league of thousand blooms,
Its scent merges with fragrant flowers and the smoke camouflages with chimney fumes,
Couldnt see it, couldnt smell it and before I discard the stick in trash,
I see its smeared my tired palms with pure and scented ASH.
You gave me one moment of happiness and I thought I had something to keep,
So swiftly that careless wind blew away that heap,
I stood alone with smiling blossoms, vitreous eyes and heavens above,
Wasnt the first time they had witnessed a funeral for my love.
(unfinished)

Devika Tyagi