Tuesday, September 12, 2006

The Yellow

A breeze drew me.
The yellow flower stood out.
To embrace close
The tapering leaves
Were a dark hue
Wrapped around
Oozed as nectar
The white sap...
The yellow flower.

26 Aug 2006, Sat

1 comment:

Aaishik said...

Lyricism at its best.
It'll take me sometime to appreciate, as they ought to be appreciated, the most sophisticated poems. This one has a unique tenderness.
For a music lover like me, it is the lyricism which counts the most. Words. Music of words.