Abdul Wahab


game of flower and rain


I thought you were cloud
But came down as a rain
In my life made a flood
Kissed my petals wetly
Been suffering long drought
Took my pistil in mouth
Made my world too high
Completely plucked me
Made me feel taste sweet
Pollinated my wish- bed
Uprooted from the roots
To dace down with your tune
Breaths were thick and heavy
While smashed my pod-lips
I knelt down to taste
But you pushed me down
To steal well stored honey
I fully bloomed after the game
Taught by the thirsty rain.

Submitted: Saturday, June 02, 2012
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  • eloida Capuno (6/6/2012 10:39:00 AM)

    Flower and rain, great metaphors. Your poem is capable of different interpretations, i had mine, (wink) (Report) Reply

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