Someone who shows the path- a golden shower that soaked my spirit
A Golden Shower, my rosary and life
Scattered by the broken string, bent to pick the beads.
You stood with some in cupped hands, did you my thoughts read?
Led me gently to balcony, to show Laburnum bloom.
Clusters of bright yellow flowers watch them with awe, droop.
Yellow petals formed a carpet, underneath the tree
You said its called golden shower, from far one can see.
The breeze carries the flowers, away from the loose bunch,
Just like my beads got separated, and I sat hunched.
I forgot about my rosary, as we stepped in the avenue.
Your nearness and fragrant air blurred the view.
Careful not to crush the blossoms, lying on the grass,
We strolled hand in hand, exchanging a glance…
Can acknowledgement of one’s mere presence,
Touch one to the deepest core of one’s essence?
He looked at me with compassion in his eyes; Oh why do we
Have such an intense longing for one witness to our lives?
this is indeed one of the most beautiful poems i ever read. breathtaking and exquisite imagery wrapped in scents and emotions..thank you for sharing, Mamta :)