A cascading string of pearls;
condensed water plunging from the sky.
Waterfalling books off my open shelf;
a strained relationship’s last try.

A bereaved family-tree’s autumn leaves;
and the water bearer’s broken pot.
Shattering belief after asking to trust again;
on the doorstep, a last forget-me-not.

Tumbling entreaties at Death’s arrival,
counting blessings for barter with Him.
Pulling all stops for survival, and then,
screaming you-and-me in a silent hymn.

-Sameen