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The Pomegranate

Not one, three bowls of lovely pomegranates Look, the passion incarnate Love or hate as you like, please don't desecrate Gateway to glorious ecstasy Of serene sensuality holding supreme creativity And the all seeing mighty eyes! Invitation to the abundant festival of inhalations ‘Come, honeycombs are ready Bees throughout eternity, come and benumb Come here and swamp the boat’ Under the lavish moon there in the dark lagoon --------------------------------------------------------------- 25 February,2016 Contest: Visualize Scrutinize and Remark Sponsored by:Forever Malta

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Freddie Robinson Jr.

Date: 11/3/2016 12:54:00 PM

Very enchanting poem, Probir. The way you make words come alive w/such vivid imagery is truly amazing. Words are like putty in the hands of a master poet such as yourself. A most deliciously offered treat for the senses. Love and blessings to you. RW

Probir Gupta
Date: 11/4/2016 12:00:00 AM

Thank you ...

Timothy Hicks

Date: 2/27/2016 5:41:00 PM

I liked this dedication to what is quite the biblical fruit --- the all seeing might eyes, very interesting ... does the seed globes watch me as I eat it, I wonder? I wasn't sure quite what came to my mind when I saw the picture of the crouching lady ... but I can see the connection with the dark lagoon. Passion at first ... but then a tinge of darkness.