She hooked her fingers in his like pegs to the clothes line
‘’Roller coaster? ’’ she asked. He shook his head
She looked disappointed
He relieved.
Have I ever told you that u remind me
Of a river called Hooghly? he asked
She smiled
Your hair like my grandmother’s fan
Lulling me to sleep
Your eyes like the brown marbles
That I hid in my pocket
Your long legs like the poems I wrote
In the candle light
Your blushing cheeks like my nephew's feet
That stuck out of the joolah
Your soft hands like my mother’s stories
Soothing me
That bronze skin like the familiar path on the
Sultry afternoons I used to walk back from school
Hungry
Your breasts like my soft bed where I found
Comfort every night
Your laughter like the kites in the September sky
And your tears like my father’s silence.
He sighed
And I want to kiss you
When the sun sets in the river Hooghly’
I would like to see a scene of the river on portrait. Where can I get it by the way, You have given it much life
Reshma, like it when I read a good one...and this is a good one.10/10 Regards, Ian
awesome composition........meaningful and poetic...well done! ! !
wow...beautiful throughout...you bring in every relationship into this one...even a familiar road is like home
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a wonderful painting with words...a beautiful picturesque very vivid illustration so perfect to be transferred on canvass to come up with a very beautiful painting... lovely and sweet.not only with your beautiful words but with the message in it....a relationship 10+++++ Lovelots, Maia