Awakening Every day, I witness new blossoms in the park. The day before, it was a black cat meditating by the pond, Unperturbed by the shifting drapery of the sun. Yesterday, I saw the water waltzing To the tune of the breeze, Oblivious to prying eyes. Today I saw the ancient Willows, Twinkling under the golden light, Heads bowed in gratitude. At long last, I took out the forsaken trowel, And ploughed the fallow tract of the soul, Hoping for Cadmium Yellow blossoms to peep out, someday.
Moonmoon Chowdhury is a poet and writer. Her works have appeared in Borderless journal, Tell Me Your Story, A second cup of tea by The Hive Publishers, Sylvia magazine, The Pine Cone Review, Sonic Boom Journal, and more. She is currently based in Amsterdam.