For My Nani

Poem by Ishita Desai

I can see the million shades of green,

the yellow sunlight dancing on leaves and trees.

I can see my nani’s saree,

I know it was probably her favourite colour, pink,

I can see her perfect peach skin.

I can see the love,

in between these two chain links,

unable to understand where one ends

and the other begins.

I can see the mud-brown path,

the…