Visual Poetry | Aparna Amte

At first it feels like betrayal,

That what you nurtured has fallen. 

Helpless in action, 

Sullen in despair

It was never meant for u to possess.

Through the starkness

You lay still

Waiting for the worst

With the last bit of the energy now drained

You know it is meant to now end

So focused on loss

You are unable to see 

The inner works that are set in motion

The process is slow and quiet

Not visible to the naked eye

In time,  it is abundant again, 

Just like the tree laden and lush

Now that hope and laughter

Sway free

You sometimes wonder what caused this spring

But just like the roots of the tree

That shies away from the sunshine 

And is content to miss the breeze.

This life force

Eludes when you seek

Content to carry you through

Your summers, winters and rains.