Wonder what your tears would taste
like. Sea green perhaps,
with a hint of cinnamon
And how your eyes would look at me.
Like deep pools of want, perhaps,
clothed in the blue of the midnight
moon
Wonder what I would say to you!
All that remains to be said,
in all the three worlds,
words yet unborn
Wow, I am thrilled to see a poem from you! Your poems are always so deeply beautiful - and rare. Sea green tears with a hint of cinnamon........and deep pools of want. Love the "words yet unborn." What a gift, to read this poem at the beginning of my day. Yay!
ReplyDeleteThank you Sherry!
DeleteI agree with everything Sherry said. You should publish a book of poetry, Soumyendu!
ReplyDeleteAww come on, Rita!
Deletewhat did it taste like, I wonder
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