A volley of torrential rain...
You swept all the blossoms 
from my rose garden.

Dismay fumed my tears to flames.
Flames of dedication flickered my candle.
Fallen roses were apostles at the feet of Isis...
the Moon Goddess.

Tranquility bloomed from my dearest fallen roses.
Soft flames added to my devotion.

A chant crooned in the air...
Tua Anset...Tua Anset... Tua Anset.

Poet’s Note: Tua Anset, the chant to pray in front of Isis

Picture Design by Anumita Roy, Different Truths

Rituparna Khan

Rituparna Khan is an Assistant Professor in Geography at Bidhannagar College, Salt Lake, Kolkata. Her inclination to Literature, especially poetry is no less.  A few of her works are published and well appreciated and awarded in print as well as social media. Her first book, a collection of short stories, was launched at Kolkata International Book Fair, this year.

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