Under rusted canopy
of Fe
the hinges ache
abundant O2
indigested
resin bound
the pigment sits
on toughened cellulose
flaunting a dirty
yellow smile
antenna raised
the fuzzy thieves
play hide n seek
in carefully shaped
waxed colony
resonating
their favourite sound
chlorophyll lost
the brown twig
sleep falls
from the tree
a shrug
a yawn
and settles carefree
forlorn feathers
flutter
smirking a quick dive
all for the sake of
a ‘start’
just
above the competitive hive
weathered debris
play
meek audience
while aching hinges
mock aloud
a sleepy trunk
spying eyes
hide behind
the laughing
Bougainvillea crowd
ACHLA GROVER is an Indian, married, a fashion lingerie professional by occupation, and writes because she loves to. In addition to her writing passion, she mulls over music and enjoys dancing sessions. She loves music, reads a lot, fiddles with wax and articles for candle making once in a while, and generally likes to have her mind occupied.