Lost Oak When did they decide to burn the Oaktree? In the night when the cigar smoke blended with mist? In their morning walk, inhaling the green odor of Eucalyptus? or in a quiet room with walls painted of autumn leaves? Here lie the disfigured leaves, burnt buds and the burning barks, watching their silenced offspring with numb agony as the the last breeze sticks to their decaying bodies.
Padmini Krishnan was raised in India and now resides in Singapore. She writes poetry and short stories. Her recent works have appeared in The Heron’s Nest, Ariel Chart, Stonecrop Review, and The Literary Yard. Her e-chapbook was published in Proletaria. She blogs at www.call2read.com.