Yearning, poetry by Amita Sarjit Ahluwalia at Spillwords.com
Gordon Plant

Yearning

Yearning

(Sehnsucht)

written by: Amita Sarjit Ahluwalia

@AmitaPaulIAS

 

There was a hunger to hear the husky throaty sound of French and Persian consonants
Wisps of hair blown across hazel eyes by winds scattering magnolia petals
Some fat waxy ducks gobbling bread crumbs in St James Park
And the clunky hooves of roan horses on pebbly pathways

How could the lake-studded foothills suffice?
The crooning of liquid laments was unequal to the task
The plums blossomed in vain, the cherries blanched
A disappointed Sun, sulking red, decided to retire

Thus days pass, and lifetimes
And still, the orphaned yearning has no name
Love drowns penniless in hot sweet coffee

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