Optimistic Orange
Walking along with you from red to yellow
Sun - you are my first orange obsession
Seen my desires floating with the tangerine clouds
And my love drizzles on your marigold heart
Never felt oppressed by orange until you wore it
Your burning orange look made me follow you
Up to the endless crepuscule of my bohemian life
And at night I see the orange on your forehead - as bindi
Spreading my love through the middle of your head
With vermilion showing off your reciprocations
Although I have tasted oranges from my childhood
In different forms like juices, marmalade spreads and so on
I got it best when your lips touched mine
Orange, I found you always in my inspirations dawn
05.03.16
Bindi : a decorative mark worn in the middle of the forehead by Indian women, especially Hindus.
Copyright © Anindya Mohan Tagore | Year Posted 2016
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