Poetry

A Young Wheatish Woman

The sun smiled

On the moist meadow.

Two knees bend, plucked the flowers one by one, she sat near

In half sleeves of white robe with bluish shade,

Black braided hair with a shallow tail.

Merry baby’s breath dozing in her mother’s womb,

Red- seeded dandelion stood his head,

Sunlight joy of morning- glory opened his eyes.

Half of the yellow sun fell half of the wheatish face.

She said, “I cherish you more, than I love myself.”

And she grew like a buttercup with human soul’s scent.

 

                                                                                 ~ Monobina Nath 

                                                                                 Kolkata, India

4 Comments

  1. Marvelous poem!! Wish you more success.

  2. Marvelous poem!!

  3. Wonderful poem!! Wish you more success.

  4. Srimoyee Neogi

    Brilliant and awesome poem….. I just loved it 😊😊😊😊❤❤❤❤

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