Debasish Datta Poet Romanticism

At the Souk

My heart is out for you
At the souk
 
My heart sits on the steps
Falling from sand to sea
Crying for you
At the souk

My heart whirls like a dervish
Around straggling lasses
Wending their way
To desert wells
Looking for you
At the souk

My heart flying high
With vultures circles the burnt siena sun
Sifting with dismal slit eyes
Mistral sands
Raging way down below
Leaping for you
At the souk

My heart
Whining to sleek rich women
Tries to sell them cheap pearl strings
Choking on you
At the souk

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Carol Sunshine Brown January 4, 2012 at 5:26 AM Congratulations on making it through the 1st round of PoetrySoup International Contest. Wishing you the best in the finals Debasish. Love, Carol

Vince Suzadail Jr. January 1, 2012 at 8:57 AM Congrats Debasish on your poem "At The Souk" being featured. Here we call them Farmer's Markets. My wife and I love to visit them. Keep writing.

Carol Sunshine Brown December 27, 2011 at 7:13 AM Congratulations on your well deserved featured poem this week Debasish. I wish you the best on your writing endeavors in the new year. Love, Carol

Dr.Ram Mehta May 28, 2011 at 1:07 PM passionate write deep and meaningful, Debasish Debasish Datta May 30, 2011 at 7:28 AM Thank you, Dr. Mehta. Encouragement from a connoisseur like you means a lot. Best regards