Lotus turned her face
Left
Stem stood bare
A moment still
In the crumbling world
In lonely collapse
Bereft of Lotus,
The stem now
Weeping into the water
Unseen.
The pain and hurt
All washed away -
There will be another Lotus
Another day…
Sujata Balasubramanian was born in India and moved to the US as an adult. A scientist turned writer, she does poetry, long and short fiction and occasional science writing and editing.
