Your thoughts sow the barren mind

where hunger has gnawed for long.

They sprinkle this soul of mine

for the thirst has much prolonged.

Seeds of love scatter about –

my musings juggle and dart.

Buds of these amorous sprouts

bloom in this dolorous heart.

The fragrance unrolls and lulls.

Your veins throb in the petals.


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About Rahul Aithal

I am from Mumbai, India. Composing poems gives me immense pleasure. Few poetic sites I write on are -,, and, recently Avant-Garde-Writer's Haven (on Facebook). You could browse my other writes on my private blog, I am glad to have joined this site, thanks to Louis. I hope to add value and get the group going.

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