places of love: a tablet of story

Bring me marigold,
the flower a bee won’t visit,
that’s where I will leave my heart.

Bones eaten by teeming termites
crumble to ash that blows over mustard field,
yellow blossoms with pockmarks of grey.

Water fills my lungs
scoops grey phlegm of sadness
that has hardened into a tablet of story;

it floats like wax on the surface of sea.
Tell me, will you dish it out,
have the script rewritten?

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3 thoughts on “places of love: a tablet of story

  1. Didn’t know Marigold doesn’t attract bees.

    Have seen mustard fields in Punjab, and this line gave me a powerful visual image : “…yellow blossoms with pockmarks of grey.”

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