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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

Date: 1/4/2012 5:26:00 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.

Date: 1/1/2012 8:57:00 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

Date: 12/27/2011 7:13:00 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

Date: 5/28/2011 1:07:00 PM

passionate write deep and meaningful, Debasish

Debasish Datta
Date: 5/30/2011 7:28:00 AM

Thank you, Dr. Mehta. Encouragement from a connoisseur like you means a lot. Best regards