Ashok Niyogi

Mizmaze

across the road

they have started a takeaway

for tiny Narcissus flowers

“big appetites welcome”

the mitzvah of Mithras

is muffled in the scent

of autumnal flowering

of roadside trees

that impart shade

and unexplained allergies

dictionaries fall apart

like a life hitherto sequestered

by intrepid dreams

the imaginary roles

of nobody as a somebody

like a short penultimate syllable

before the sleeping pills take hold

from the colored center

of small white flowers

fragrance unfolds

Ashok Niyogi © 2007