Dear Readers,
The more I grow in years, the more I feel the desire to live anonymously. Which is strange, considering the choices I have made that wouldn’t allow me to disappear into anonymity. I think when life unfurls untold and unseen, it brings along a joy that all of the world’s humdrum cannot dismiss. With this thought in mind, I write today’s poem, which is inspired by Namratha’s Substack post on the ‘How To’ Poem. You may read it here.
I have already written an instructional poem, which later turned into flash fiction and was published on Flash Flood Day this year. Titled ‘Submission Recipe for a Woman/Wife/Mother’, it is a lethal instructional guide on how to ignore daily chores when the muse calls.
This time, I am gentler. Please let me know what you think of it.

HOW TO GROW HAPPINESS
If you have a backyard, you’re good to go. If not,
terracotta will do. At my grandmother’s,
cherry tomatoes sprung up in second-life planters.
Junkyard jewels are steady like old friends.
Strum a serenade with hands bare,
cuddle the earth. Weave a sweet symphony
with flecks of dirt on sweaty palms. At the farmer’s,
that’s the way lifelines grow.
Make periwinkles in a fleeting world,
through spring and summer, autumn and winter
cover your grounds.
When you’re done, don’t bother the flowers
with fanfare, for in anonymity
they’ll be set free.
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The last three lines , yes,
I’ll try not to think about the slugs !
Killing them could kill so much more…
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Thank you for being here:)
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Sweet ending 🙂 A breezy read with stunning alliterations. Enjoyed it!
-Pavittra
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Thank you, Pavittra!
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The last three lines have my heart.
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Thanks Sudeepa!
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Those last three lines are a perfect way to end the poem!
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Thank you, Liz.
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You’re welcome, Sonia.
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I love how the poem isn’t instructional directly, but gives you the space to consider that what the poem says is true. Your alliterations have achieved a new level here. ‘Junkyard jewels’ is a gem! (Pun intended)
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Ooo. Thank you for noticing the alliterations, Manisha!
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