The Sparrow and the Soup.

Dasim

On a whim, I bought some flowers

from a street vendor.

His smiling eyes seemed to ask

what kind of love I was hoping to prove.

 

It could be a simple, open love

delivered and gone in an instant.

Or a hidden one, trying to push out

through a rubble of vanity and fear.

 

Maybe a conditional love,

always demanding compensation.

Or an angry one, stolen by selfishness and pride

struggling to get home.

 

A sparrow, laughs at my silliness

While feeding its young on a naked branch.

 

At home, a warm and humid smell,

turmeric and cumin and cayenne pepper

greet me kindly and bring me back

from that place where love is theory.

 

A bowl of your lentil soup is ready.

  • Author: Dasim (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 7th, 2020 15:30
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  • Dasim

    Thank you, glad you enjoyed it.

  • RDS

    Nice imagery and poetry, a very pleasing read thanks.
    J

    • Dasim

      Thanks for your comment!



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