by Amrutha Mohan
True friendship is an eternal bond that surpasses seasons and distance. Amrutha Mohan’s poem talks about different stages of a precious comradeship – the childhood innocence, separation and reunion of old friends – and yokes it with different seasons.
Spring
Confetti of flowers,
toffee wrappers,
efflorescence of stories,
told and untold.
With the shower of whimpers
and interludes of lucient laughter,
we crayoned our blue sky
with a million rainbows.
We fought over a doll,
but tight was the grip that seized
each other from falling down.
Summer
Light and shadows,
the yellow-tinted meadows.
Saddled with routine,
our regular table talks waned.
The golden threads that sneaked
out of the leaves were rejuvenating.
And soothing was the summer rain.
Sprawling roots
and diverse routes,
our paper boats diverged
in different directions.
Autumn
Dry leaves
of verdant memories.
The tanned pages
of an old book,
with runaway letters
and a fading photograph,
were enough to light up
a dull day;
but torn away
in two worlds,
we were like migratory birds.
Winter
Hoary days,
trees stood bare and lone
when we met again.
Piercing the fog, our warm hands
embraced the frozen land,
melting the shroud of snow.
Memories flooded years’
rugged roads,
and the silence of winter
was louder with
happiness unspeakable.
That bond beyond seasons,
untouched by the waves of time,
surpassing tenses
and shattering fences.
The invisible string of love
that sustains without reason,
and untainted by treason.
Blessed are those
who own a garden,
with eternally blossoming
flowers of camaraderie!
Amrutha Mohan is currently a PhD research scholar. She completed her Post-graduation in English language and literature from Kerala university. She is an ardent lover of literature and is interested in fields like Cultural Studies and Gender Studies. She is also passionate about reading and writing poems.
