Sahara. Poem by Hardik Vaidya

Sahara.



Thank you.
The sheer delight of gifting.
Closed palms of an infant.
Deep in sleep.
Sudden movement.
The little fingers clasp the universe.
Flowers.
To gift is human, to blossom feminine.
When I bought one,
25 rupees on ventilator.
I thought of you,
Sexsex peaked.
I saw your eyes,
The dew on petals captured the jewels in heavens.
I thought of your lips,
It turned into a red rosé.
My trembling hand reached it out,
The thorn tore a red drop of dew on my finger.
Never did blood look so pale, to the red rosé.
Your look made its value more than NYSE and LSE combined.
You took it, sheltered it near your bosom.
Your fragrance doused the universe.
You became the rose of my eternal Sahara.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Gajanan Mishra 28 January 2013

rose of eternal sahara. good poem. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.

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Hardik Vaidya

Hardik Vaidya

Mahuva, Gujarat, India.
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