The Swirling Leaves by Amit Parmessur

The leaves swirled down just like the dates

drying up and falling off the greasy kitchen calendar.

Drinking a serene coffee with a false face

to our innocent children each morning

and looking at your photo each night

could never stop the fall of leaves or dates.

Smoking cigarette after cigarette

could not burn down my passion for your blue eyes,

for your sweet whispers or red anger.

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I still want those rainy days by the lake with you,

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drenched by the open umbrella

discarded on the muddy grass,

looking like an inverted mushroom, capturing the rainwater.

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How we would each place a fresh flower

in the pink umbrella and swear

by the drenched kissing petals

a blissful life in each other’s eyes.

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Every rainy moment I still turn the umbrella

into a mushroom to capture your memories and smiles,

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but now there are no flowers by the lake

where the leaves keep on swirling, and

swirling down the old yew tree on which

our names still hang in the heart of a fading heart

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Aged 28, Amit Parmessur hails from the gorgeous island of Mauritius. Despite limited opportunities in his country he has worked hard to polish his poetry. He has been published in over 40 magazines since starting to submit his poems late 2010. Burnt Bridge, Calliope Nerve, Carcinogenic Poetry, Clutching at Straws, Damazine, Dead Poets, Heavy Hands Ink, Leaf Garden Press, LITSNACK, Puffin Circus, Shot Glass Journal, The Camel Saloon, The Houston Literary Review, The Literary Burlesque and The Scrambler are some of the places in which he has appeared. He currently edits The Rainbow Rose.

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Editor’s Note: Please continue praying for Bennett, and prayerfully consider contributing to the  Compassionate Creativity fundraiser happening this month. Let’s find this little boy a home!