SANDAMALI

( a note untold)

Neither moon compared to flowers

nor the flowers compared to moon

that profound beauty

indeed an opportunity I met ,

changed " little" into "gigantic"

unknown to known

inch by inch 

"friends" to "sisterhood".

That shared joy between lessons

mannerisms of humor

the blessed with art 

that four flushed nervousness

those uttered complicated

once bruised and healed

in good times to come

and bad to be thrown.

Rose high as I reached high

thousand times bent as I lowered,

conceiving " togetherness"

a perfect blend,

five years of fondness

and more to come.
We are lost
but not lost in hearts 

in skies in between  haze

and cobblestones unending,

to you - the other woman I know .