Unquenched Poem by indira babbellapati
Unquenched
(a re-post)
i stretch my
parched tongue
each time
it rains dropp
after dropp
the body catches
all the rain
and the perfume
drapes the body
behind its veil…
the crystalline drops
whisper sweet nothings
into the invisible heart
but leave the
tongue parched…
27mar08
14.50hrs
What makes you so thirsty to let you remain 'unquenced'? ...my parched tongue...symbolic of life. Like this very much. Blessings. Leonard
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4/26/2024 6:17:40 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Good rendition of words. Lovely poem nicely penned with conviction. Thanks for sharing Indira.