Love Again

LOVE AGAIN On this day, when tricky time Has already turned love into wry rust, When forgetting dominates Bits- and -pieces remembering, I forget you like I forget my red rose, Standing alone , old and gnarled At the far end of my yard, Its leaves more blighted than green, Its twigs more stunted than straggly, Its butterflies more fitful than flit-ful. But when I remember, it is like Its rare , single bloom overpowering Me with its same old fragrance Into a spasm of fond recognition.. 19 Jun 12 S.Jagathsimhan Nair For SKAT's contest, 'Old romantic poems'