Those days
The patterns on my bed sheet
Take me back to those days
When I used to sit
In a nearby park
With feelings of emptiness
But the pink colour
Of my bed sheet also reminds me
Of those flowers
Which always smiled at me
And whispered to me
About the joyful life
I am living now.
Treasure
My mother’s love is hidden
In my long strands of hair.
They are not just strands but a treasure.
I still remember how my mother
Used to oil my hair.
The pair of little shoes
Worn by my daughter
Were once my shoes
Gifted to me by my mother.
They are not just a pair of shoes
But a house of sweet memories.
My watch, purse and many things
In my house are old and have faded
But they still appear
New to my eyes.
Sravani Singampalli is a published writer and poet from India. Her works have appeared or are forthcoming in Leaves of Ink, formercactus, Gone Lawn journal, Vox Poetica, Treehouse arts, The Blue Nib and elsewhere. She is presently pursuing a Doctor of Pharmacy degree at JNTU (Jawaharlal Nehru Technological University), Kakinada in Andhra Pradesh, India.