Vaishnavi Ramaswamy

Diwali lights . . .

you and me

in our shadows

—Vaishnavi Ramaswamy

solitary moon—

the hum

of a singing bowl

—Vaishnavi Ramaswamy

a round-bellied calico—

the birth and death

of generations 

a mother sees

in her lifetime

—Vaishnavi Ramaswamy