Will You
Now,
If I decide
Suddenly, today -
The meat is overcooked,
the soup is stale
Will you ?
Will you leave your plate of dreams
Tuck up your sarong, bare your legs
and come and dance with me
Cutting your pink, delicious soles,
Soft and pretty, pert, petite
Tingling soles of dimpling feet
On broken, jagged, ragged shells
Strewn across the yellow sand with tales as deep as the sea
Lest the cat
The cat in yellow collar
Lick up
Your plate of dreams
You will not
take up the chalice to empty it
Nor see the trickle fall on sand
parched yellow sand and still run out
To the cold and mighty ocean
In hopeless gurgling streams
Copyright © Debasish Datta | Year Posted 2011
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