A poem by Madhumathi H.

A muse need not always be
A flower, the moon, rain, or the sea
Muse blooms in moments, too
When someone tells, you are loved
Sips the coffee you made, and
Thanks through eyes that smile
Holds hand, not while crossing gushing rivers
While you look at your reflection
in a stream, and gaze at the pebbles…
In moments when you smell petrichor,
and he/she unfriends the umbrella!
In moments
When you begin to write a poem
Your empty paper is looked at
With so much love and hope
That every drop of ink
Smells like poetry…

A poem’s blood drips from its soul
When a poet is left with no moments to bloom
Yet writes with love…

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Madhumathi H.
A bilingual poet-writer(Tamil, English), Madhumathi is an ardent lover of Nature, Poetry, Photography, and Music. Her poems are published in Anthologies of The Poetry Society(India), AIFEST 2020 Poetry contest Anthology, CPC- Chennai Poetry Circle, IPC – India Poetry Circle, Amaravati Poetic Prism, and in e-zines UGC approved Muse India, Storizen, OPA – Our Poetry Archives, IWJ - International Writers Journal, Positive Vibes, and Science Shore. ‘’Ignite Poetry'’, “Arising from the dust”, “Painting Dreams", “Shards of the unsung Poesies" are some of the recent Anthologies her poems, and write-ups are part of. Besides Poetry, Madhumathi writes on Mental health, to create awareness and break the stigma, strongly believing in the therapeutic and transformational power of words.