The God in the Hearth Pushpanjali Kumari You fail to notice the narrowing of thePassing days until you find yourself at aShallow juncture of softening seasons,Your body, deoxygenated,Silently urges the fire in the hearthTo linger on like a ghost awaitingA second death. It is winter and you still carry the music ofLast summer’s hailstorm,Its tune a rich hum in your ears.The outline of your palm, aglow, waitsFor its translucence to be rootedTo your memories of that distantStorybook summer with its […] Continue Reading
