“Oh, I’m neither rude nor rigid”, he said.
“I’m rather like a cactus fruit, thorny outside
but sweet inside.”
“Yet, I prefer a lover
who is akin to the bamboo”, she said.
“Now, now, my dear”, he remonstrated.
“ What is so special about the bamboo? ”
“Well, just look at a bamboo tree.
Thursday, March 12, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love