A CONTINGENCY

 A CONTINGENCY

Sudhanshu Shekhar Patra

Once I just woke up

and rushed to the courtyard 

where in a corner a tiny tree stands without leaves but born  by only one nameless flower smelling so   sweetly  scented 

is no words  

to portray in a free version.

That indicated me to

be very nearest and dearest  figure of her.

Of course when l reached her surrounding she spoke,

Please everyday come and see 

without touching or pressing.  

Another thing to be preserved in your memory  forever ,  

If  this matter disclosed I will not be visible and the platform  of plant's 

shall be converted into a stone.

However , our bond of relationship could not long last after a few days

and a worthless piece of stone emerged  as my mother extracted 

that secrecy from me about

a wonderful spoken flower's guidelines which was a contingency .