Photo
of Abha Das Sarma
Warmer
Than the Sun
Suitcases
were dragged, dead
The
commuters hurried, nevertheless
Draped
in black, she stomped
The
bus stand that lay underground,
At
the SF Beale-Folsom corner
Left
hand going down and then up
Followed
by the right, inside a pullover
Invisible
to the world,
Picking
things, throwing elsewhere
She
danced like a raven
Flying
on the ground
Circling
aimless,
Warmer
than the sun
Will
he be
Coming
into the world
Of
mounting sin,
Pressed
against the window
The
thought rang my head
Rooted
I stayed, without a blink
But
alas, she had fled.
©
Abha Das Sarma
Bio: Abha Das Sarma is an Indian writer with
a blog of over 200 poems. An engineer and management consultant by
profession, she is passionate about writing. Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Muddy River
Poetry Review, Spillwords, Journal of Expressive Writing and Verse-Virtual. She also enjoys writing
Haikus and has contributed to weekly postings of Haiku in Action.
Having spent her growing up years in small towns of northern India, currently
she lives in Bangalore with her scientist husband. Blog: http://dassarmafamily.blogspot.com