Mute Love

A burning bay leaf

waiting for a day

when the green lemon grass

will whisper

"I love you "

today tomorrow passed

dawn after dawn

night after night,

springs passed winter too,

Bay leaf lost his splendour,

brought finally to grocer's shop,

red chilly , black pepper too

and bought by sky high spinster,

thrown into plastic prison.

Distance wailed in the

lemon grass heart,

Tearful dreams dried

in the bay leaf life,

in between gaping sighs

and bone less sky.

@ Amiyo