Now touches the first ray of the Sun <br />My tomatoes’ ruby face <br />Peeping from the green junction <br />Of their dark gloomy foliage. <br />Auburn concentric beans <br />Stalk amethyst aubergines <br />Subtle whispers pass <br />From grass to grass. <br />Turnips cringe and shy <br />From birds flying by <br />As a single spotted sparrow <br />Alights on a long white marrow. <br />Creepers trembling on <br />Blinding lanes forlorn <br />Climb for old times’ sake; <br />Slumbering parsleys wake. <br />Leaves within or without <br />Veins and muscles sprout, <br />Night’s memory fades <br />Under deep papaya shades. <br />Fumbling vaguely for grace <br />I lose my youngest sorrow’s trace <br />And ponder means and ways <br />To spill my endless vacuity of days.<br /><br />Mandira Mitra<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/kitchen-garden/
