Wild Flower Poem by Himadri Sen

If you should ask, ' How  I remember you? '

I would say, ' The eyes and her loneliness'.

A sight lost in distant dreams.

Stranger in aloof, tempts in eagerness.



How they talked to me, often-

In the quietness of the night.

Whispers, in my empty room, lingering

And a life spent, since, deciphering.



If you should ask, 'Why I sigh? '

I would say, ' Things happened'.

And amidst winter's ruins, a wild flower lies

Unseen & smothered, at the night's end.



One last, it touched the morning air

A savage fragrance, a juvenile heart ensnared

Of love ancient & feelings anew.

A wild flower once bloomed in you? .