Pomegranate Poem by BASAB CHAUDHURI

A lovely fruit—
the pomegranate holds
punicalagins,
antioxidants,
a quiet wealth of Vitamin K.

But do not judge it
by its hardened skin.

I stand amazed—
how it gathers
so many jeweled fragments
into one.

Inside, there are colonies:
if the seeds had wings,
they would be bees,
swarming softly,
melting on the tongue.

A honeycomb within a fruit—
what if it mingled
with the honeycomb of a hive?

A union of sweetness,
a slow merging—
a honeymoon
of a lifetime.