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