In Spring

By Saronik Bosu

The bougainvillea

like so much
of Sylvia Plath’s blood
shall lurk
within your


Sometimes the trellis
will couch your clauses
in comfort, yes.

often, bless you,

your verbs
your breathless verbs

shall find their ire
in its thorn and fire

Saronik Bosu is pursuing a Ph.D. in English at New York University. Although he has been writing poetry for a very long time, he has begun sending his work for publication only very recently. He has been published in a couple of magazines such as the Contemporary Literary Review India and the Minetta Review. He is presently engaged in completing a collection of short essays in verse. His […]