The warmth of the quilt moving into the winter,
Like children moving into adulthood.
The warmth of her eyes, now laden with doubt and fear.
Post springtime; the barren branches of the fallen flowers.
A native land, bleak and bland renders a broken heart.
A parting kiss to the solitary sea and a backward glimpse thereof.
– Sanchayan Joarder
( Space Lion )
Photograph by Alwina Kathuria.