Day-30 NaPoWriMo-2022
Prompt: To write a Cento. This is a poem that is made up of lines taken from other poems.
What is this drink, but the April sun,
Smelling of tempestuous winds on the skin.
This is noon for strangers who part the window drapes,
Hunger in their eyes and a burning longing in their hearts.
But, they only wander, tripping idly over puddles of desire,
The walls shield the longing of their desperate fires.
From a silence, somewhere deep within,
A seductive fragrance embraces the hot humid evening.
The sights and smells and sounds shall thrive and go on,
While the summer breaks into a dance of its own.
I love the poems by Kamala Das. I have taken a few lines from some of her poems.
"What is this drink, but the April sun", Summer in Calcutta
"This is noon for strangers who part the window drapes to peer in". Hot Noon in Malabar
"But, they only wander, tripping idly over puddles of desire', The Freaks
"From a silence, somewhere deep within", Words
"The sights and smells and sounds shall thrive and go on". Forest Fire
"What is this drink, but the April sun", Summer in Calcutta
"This is noon for strangers who part the window drapes to peer in". Hot Noon in Malabar
"But, they only wander, tripping idly over puddles of desire', The Freaks
"From a silence, somewhere deep within", Words
"The sights and smells and sounds shall thrive and go on". Forest Fire
Participating in : NaPoWriMo-2022
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