Poetry: “The Colour of Pomegranates,” Sujit Prasad

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It cuts through suddenly, expertly, this want to talk to you — like the way you used to open pomegranates. Nothing was wasted, not time, not an extra ruby-seed on the inside. You always said that one does not cut a fruit — you ask them to open, gently, and they would let you in. They knew you would be fair while splitting them. I try to talk to you, cutting through time. It does not open. It says, learn from your mother.

-Sujit Prasad

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One thought on “Poetry: “The Colour of Pomegranates,” Sujit Prasad

  1. RAJESH MISHRA July 2, 2016 at 8:41 am Reply

    treads tenderly, like pelican on water.

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