Garnet coloured pearly <br /> Pearly slippery arils tumble out, <br />As I peel a pomegranate. <br /> <br />Gathering them in a bowl <br />I put a handful <br />In my waiting mouth; <br />Cool, sweet and sour juice <br />Trickles down my <br />Parched throat, <br /> <br />And the crunchy seeds <br />Get crushed by my teeth… <br />As I swallow, I pick <br />Some more <br />My lips part <br />And with a start <br /> <br />I realise, how sensuous <br />Luscious and delicious <br />Is the touch, taste and feel <br />With a flavour exclusive. <br /> <br />Quite like a Haiku- <br /> Aesthetically compressed, <br />With so much appeal… <br />its an art to separate <br />white membrane <br />and get at its essence...<br /><br />Mamta Agarwal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-pomegranate-and-a-haiku/
