Friday, March 4, 2011

Lemon Bashing

The lonely lemon lay lost
wondering
about the juice of life
that lay hidden within
yet, untapped
the aroma obvious
yet, unimaginable.
All it needed
was a friendly fork of a fiend
to shake hands,
and pull out the taste of life.
When it did
the effect was fantastic -
with the delicious summer juice
came the fun filled festival of
friendly fervor -
the Indian way,
the Holi* way.

*Holi: The Indian festival of colors that will be celebrated this month.





9 comments:

Kavita said...

Ooooohhh... this was so creative, Shail!! Just LOVED the freshness and zest in this poem (pardon my puns please) :) !!
And how appropriately you have combined this with Holi... it seemed just PERFECT!!
Really lovely, my friend!!
Oh.. and Happy Holi (a little in advance :))

Shail Raghuvanshi said...

Hi Kavita. I am so glad you liked the poem. At first I really needed to think what to make of the prompt. But, when it started and the color (red here) I definitely did not want it to be associated with anything negative.

Happy Holi to you too. Will wish you again when it comes.....
Thanks!

A.Hari said...

Hi,

U have knack of finding so much meaning in such simple things as lemon... Great.

Shail Raghuvanshi said...

Thanks Hari. I am back again at poetry. Taken a brief break. Hope to continue....

A.Hari said...

Hi,

Poetry is one way to survive in this world. So please keep writing as often as possible.

Hari

Shail Raghuvanshi said...

Thanks so much Hari. Will keep writing....

Tess Kincaid said...

I love how you tied Holi into this piece. Very nice!

Jingle Poetry said...

Please feel free to share 1 to 3 poems with our potluck poetry today, first time participants could use old poems or poems unrelated to our theme, Thanks..
Happy Monday!

love your blog, your poetry is impressive!

Shail Raghuvanshi said...

Thanks Tess. Glad you noticed that element....