A memory of silence, slow rain,
Of a damp violet, unwritten poems,
A shepherd’s call, the laziness of the falling snow,
And a wind taking birth among sleepy pines.
The mountains seem to have swallowed
Of a damp violet, unwritten poems,
A shepherd’s call, the laziness of the falling snow,
And a wind taking birth among sleepy pines.
The mountains seem to have swallowed
The cry of every dawn, a soldier’s bones
And the distance between a falling leaf and the ground.
Yet they are calm as if you were absent
Like nothing has walked past their burning valleys
and no one has wept
Not even a black bird for her unborn child.
Sometimes, suddenly they come alive
The mountains breathe through wandering horse trails,
Wet honey bees and the faint bleat of a lamb.
No sooner they get quiet like a cemetery
Than they drown their solitude in my tiny palms.
Perhaps someday they will wake up on my breasts
And remember that they too have a heart.
Poet's Bio:
Dr.Reshma
Ramesh is a bilingual poet writing in English and Kannada. Her poetry book
‘Reflection of Illusions’ (Writers Workshop) has been presented in the
International Read and Share Conference attended by Asian Countries in Malaysia
in April 2017. She is a member of World Congress of Poets and has
presented her poetry in the 37th World Congress of poets Mongolia
and Pulara 7 International Poetry and Folk Song Festival Malaysia. Her poems
have been presented in World Poetry Radio Show in Vancouver also have appeared
in many international anthologies, journals and have been translated into
Bengali, Turkish, Albanian and Mongolian. She has been a speaker at the
Bangalore Literature Festival 2017. She is a distinction holder in BFA
Photography KSOU and practices Dental Surgery in Bangalore
