A Post-Covid Sangam poem
From where you come,
I imagine thick, white blankets moving ever so slowly
Hiding everything from sight.
In a dream, I follow you,
And you fade into the white density
Like a white curly lock.
Tap water is
stabbing cold in the morning.
And the Sun, lacklustre,
Stands tormented by nightmares.
From where I come,
Winter is almost non-existent.
Early in the morning
The grass and the Earth quietly lap up
The few dew-drops trees shed.
A flimsy, thread-bare mist hover over the sky
Trying miserably to hide the weeping trees.
And then, the Sun smiles as if everything is alright.
Love, would we ever see each other again?
About the poet:
Sreelatha Nelluli lives in Bangalore. She writes poems and stories in English and Malayalam. Most of them are still hatching in her Google drive. A few of her translated works are published in Malayalam.