A Rose- Preeti Brahmin

A R O S E

P R E E T I B R A H M I N

A rose is for your beloved. The perfect whorl encloses Secrets.

HearA lover's heart Blindfolded skid Riding oblong on The silk of the blades

In mute absorption Of happy hormones Filling the grail of life

And headlong With concentrated plummet The pulsating self falls Seeking the thrill Of new answers Into the nesting whorl

SmellThe dark hopelessness Inseminate with lightExploding on The odour thirsty nerves.

FeelBlindfolded love, All millions of atoms of it Stumbling in busy rush Reacting to that emotionFalling and sinking Upon thorn and petal.

Requited or unrequitedBonded or boundless Pain protests into pleasure