hyacinth

"i am growing water 

hyacinths of your garden 

on my blanched cheeks, 

and some small salty 

springs somehow 

drain their rotten roots,

the skin of my cheek

renounced its chance 

to smile till lifetimes,

as it's you or these 

flowers either way,

you're still close and 

condensed on my flesh, 

the veins of every petal 

of hyacinths touch my

face, like your fingertips, 

i am blessed, you left me 

with similar shade like you, 

ever thriving on me, like

i once pictured for you, "

- yours forgotten flower

- chetna 🌻