Poem: Amnesiac Happiness

I returned home after a 5-day break. This time, our maid did not water our plants. The moment I entered, I watered them. They are my silent pets. In their silent presence, I muster my thoughts about life, work, poetry, and people.

Poem: AMNESIAC HAPPINESS

Watering the potted plants
After traveling the miles
Overnight vivacity burst
Quenching their weeklong thirst
Without a complaint
They smile and bloom
The very next morning
I wonder —
Can’t we endure the pain
That shall too pass
And smile the next moment
When the days are bountiful?

~Ashok Subramanian © 2024