Posted by: Ron DuBour | April 12, 2015

The Angel that moves like a beautiful bride…~by Akshaya Kumar Das


 

 

The Angel that moves like a beautiful bride…

A poet has no mother tongue,
what ever written from his pen is his mothers’ tongue,
The tongue tastes salt,sour to sweet too well,
Never eschews rotten food beyond its veil,
the saliva drops starts wetting the zone,
when a sweet sixteen comes before the eyes hone,
the five senses eyes, ear, tongue, nose, & tongue,
every sense melts into frenzied moods for a wag of the tongue,
the tongue only knows the mother language,
what, when, how is to be tasted is a real challenge,
the mother of all language,
the tongue tastes the sensually the beautiful challenge,
the limbs behave like slaves before the tongues’ advances,
eyes enjoy under the darkness of the lids,
ear listens the music of love in full tide,
nose smells the fragrant language of the bodies with pride,
the tongue as as a guardian angel moves like a beautiful bride.
sighing like furnaces molten sensuously seeking to hide.
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(c)Akshaya Kumar Das 10/4/2015

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