Tuesday, May 8, 2018

On The Tamarind Tree

She stands beneath me
as I sit on the tree
and sends up demands 
for sweet and sour tamarinds.

 Unfortunately, every single one
is raw and green,
so I look down and shake my head.
She, 
then shakes her head at me
and walks away pouting

 © Utsa Seth, 2018
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2 comments:

  1. UnknownJuly 12, 2021 at 9:03 PM

    What lovely imagery you conjure up.. I felt the warmth of the sun, heard the rustle of the leaves and tasted the sourness of the tamarind

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  2. UnknownJuly 12, 2021 at 9:04 PM

    What lovely imagery you conjured up with this one.. I felt the warmth of the sun, heard the rustle of the leaves and tasted the sourness of the tamarind

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