A new day
sparkles in the morning sun
shimmering dew drops
emerge silently
making my heart palpitate
while reality waits silently.
I eagerly inhale
the jasmine aroma of the Indian incense burning down to the nub and sink into a spell listening to the sounds as ancient as Sanskrit mantra.
A call reaches me from the distance
the sound of a bamboo flute
kissing Krishna’s lips.
Do you hear it?
Completely captivated
my world is held in
in a single note
a lonesome melody.
——
Ashok Bhargava is a poet and founder of Writers International Network. He can be reached at: [email protected]
