Parul Panthri


The Broth Escapade - Poem by Parul Panthri

...and then I fell in the broth of love,
and steaming though it was;
the swim felt good. How good? Wish I could tell;
but words can't fill that pause.

I drank from left,
right, bottom and above;
but, thirst, the broth could'nt quench;
thrilled yet lull,
bright withal dull;
the escapade left this wench.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 8, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, December 23, 2011


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