About me

A mother, wife and civil servant, a conscientious citizen and patriot ----- my abiding love for books has made me try my hand at writing poetry, none of which is anything but the strictly spontaneous outpouring of a mind that prizes truth and harmony, above all else.

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Winter (5)

Winter has its charms. A few ---
the redness of anaar
the sprightly gajar
the sweet sourness of kinnow.

Peel, slice the gajar. Cautiously
scoop out the anaar
halve the kinnows
feed into the juicer -- thoughtfully.

You get luscious orange, embellished
by swirls of red
a faint, frothy pink
pour into crystal glasses --liquid magic!

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