The old lady

Napowrimo Day-3

April 3, 2020

The breath of idyllic breeze creeps with cue

Knitting the warps of heart’s unspoken symphony due

The breath of idyllic breeze creeps with cue

Knitting the warps of heart’s unspoken symphony due

reflecting treasured shell of joys, celebrations and marital hue.

Five decades of wedlock in harmony and glee

tinges of grey arguments melted in the communion of “We”

“I” died under the canopy of that magical love tree.

The sizzling aroma of neem flower rasam in tantalizing fragrance

trickling the camaraderie of divine incense

silhouette melodies of yesteryear in salient resilience.

The octogenarian Iron Lady swings in elation on her rickety chair—-

her possessed antiquity of cascades of years fairly rare

hovering embedded memories in sublime grandeur.

Shimmering reminisces of her husband late

in unabated solitude she beats the doldrums of melancholy to date

the placid heart enjoying the trance of self-hood in reverie of her dear mate.

April 3, 2020

NaPoWriMo Da-3 writing prompt using rhyme

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