Treasure Island

Tadasha Tripathy

(19/12/93 / Sonepur, ODISHA

The Pulps Of Orange


Fresh pulps of orange
Full of juice
Somewhat sweet
And with some sore,
Shining with bright colour
Which touch my heart
Through the tongue
And the eyes
Which tests before.

Fruity smell and
Zero vacuum inside,
The small small pulps
Symbolize the
Complete achievement
In my sight.

Submitted: Sunday, February 23, 2014
Edited: Thursday, March 27, 2014

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  • Suman Kumar Das (2/23/2014 9:05:00 AM)

    full of savour.....................Lucidly explained...............Dear Tadasha! .....

    I also welcome you to read my new inks. Bereft Beggar' & 'Sprouting Seed'.... Thank you! (Report) Reply

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