Teesta Review: A Journal of Poetry, Volume 3, Number 2. November 2020. ISSN: 2581-7094
Flora I Met
Once I met a
frangipani
Her
fragrance deceiving
In
attractive yellowish-white
But in the
graveyard
She
befriends the mutes
Failing
though to teach me, value of life
Next, I met
water lily
A beauty in
the middle of a pond
How do I
approach her?
A beauty in the
middle of a pond
To kiss her
soft petal and smell
In pride,
she displays her beauty
While I
struggle swimming (almost drowned)
Just to be
near her.
Then, I meet
her, gardenia
Her perfumed
of sweetness
And I adore
her
But, she
resides high on top
Unable to
reach to caress her
And she
fragile to touch
I approached
dedap
A hot red
lass
Melting my
hearts at a first glance
Alas, she
odourless
Nothing to
be proud of
A pleaser to
the eye
Thus, I
planted a thorny rose
In a garden
of my heart
Her vibrancy
and muskiness
Though not
as sharp as her mind
Has taught
me well of poetry
As I caress
her
(To) burn my
desire alive.
Marsiling
Lane
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