Fractured Echo
/Her wistful smile
Her soulful gaze
The hymn berates—
A smile lingering around the corner
on a soft, yellow-dressed afternoon.
The crescendo creeps on,
shrouded in snow,
buried under white.
The melody falters.
Lines draw themselves down her face,
as the echo blurs
into stillness.
By Saniya Kolangde
From: Australia