Woman's Era - - Contents -

I was sowed and wa­tered un­der his tute­lage With fond­ness, ten­der­ness and hopes! He was still young and cu­ri­ous His ju­ve­nile mind was be­sot­ted with my el­e­gance. My ten­der sea-green stems and vires­cent leaves be­witched him, I was pam­pered for days Grad­u­ally his days be­came busier and more stren­u­ous I went un­no­ticed to his strained blue eyes. The mol­ly­cod­dlings were less­ened and less­ened At last I bloomed for him Ruddy bright flo­rets That took any passerby’s at­ten­tion, Yet he did not see my scar­let washed bloom Lit­tle chil­dren sang around me Wild bees flut­tered above me Yet with melan­cholic eyes I watched him walk past me, With­out a glance at my beauty I took a breath too deep And one by one my ruddy petals flew away in the ze­phyr. Yet un­seen by the mas­ter Yet un­touched by the mas­ter Un­til I be­came a mem­ory in his old thoughts Wait­ing to be rem­i­nisced. – Rakhi Mariam John­son.

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