now i see you in summer

the kind 

that came, before rain 

could 

settle us

April, the beginning of it -

the designated 'cruellest month'

April, that's still 

roasting our breaths

the skin of ants moving in circles

amid gravels and twigs 

at my feet,

there is a sense of aqua green

and your icy blue:

the elements of silence, but also the becoming

of deeper colours

that define wordlessness

heavy with meaning.

i have been close, this time -

closer to the image

of the instrument of life

because of you

what makes me, takes shape

quietly enough, it's true

and truer even in tears

no summer could dry the joy

as i felt it and i know, you did too.

Rifat Islam Esha is a poet. For more updates on her work, you can follow her on Instagram: @rifatiesha