Good morning everyone.
Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.
Kahlil Gibran
Red Flowers I had met you on a day when red flowers
by Dr. Amitabh Mitra 
Stormed a hesitant sky. I couldn’t understand then
The red saree, the red bindi and your red bangles,
Abrasions scarring a river that I had never known
The red tram that took us to Park Street, broke through
Your smile and small talk. Drinking tea of chipped cups,
Your red lips, you knew I yearned to write of subterfuges and shadows
In a rundown café closing the sun.
Whispers of a red flower on another sudden day.
May 13, 2007
Image by Kaustav Mitra