The lilac flowers that touched my door steps,
Long before even the milkman rung,
Always sent with a charming note
Coated in excess of sugar and honey
Oh! how the fragrance warmed me instantly,
Even better than the rising sun,
How my soul lept to those caring words,
And my heart danced to its sweet rhythms
To not let the sensation slip even a second,
I carried the bouquet in all places,
In my kitchen, in the bed room,
While I cleaned, in my work
To not let any other scent waft through,
And take away sole reason for existence,
I held the flowers close always
And in them everything about you
The lilacs laughed and delighted,
Made me blush with their smiles,
In them I saw you but nothing
And believed they were enough for a life time
But now that the lovely bunches
Will never again reach my door step,
My days will not once be warm again,
In spite of the ever glorious sunshine
And the crushed flowers that once
never failed to brighten the air,
are now the only memoirs of us,
And of the never plausible bliss
Subashini Ravichandran
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crushed-flowers-3/
