Saturday, 1 August 2020

Nivedita Narsapuram, Poetry 2020, Featured Writer

If:

I could smell poetry tonight

Sniff it off the moon and pass it in your arms, causera of your body.

I could capture the twilight in your bones and write about the iridescence.

I could smell poetry tonight

Pinch it off the clouds and sprinkle it over your eyelashes, the metre for your soul.

I could capture the stardust and dab it on your enamelled cheeks.


I could smell poetry tonight

Snap you out of the veracity of life and gift you glass slippers, a couplet for me

I could capture your footsteps and fill my pen with it to write you a ballad

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