Poem by Sarojini Naidu (1879-1949)




Caprice

 

You held a wild flower in your fingertips,
Idly you pressed it to indifferent lips,
Idly you tore its crimson leaves apart
Alas! it was my heart.

You held a wine-cup in your fingertips,
Lightly you raised it to indifferent lips,
Lightly you drank and flung away the bowl ...
Alas! it was my soul.

 

 

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KYREUS of Sweden The PoetBay support member heart!
Soul-ish
beyond borders.
2021-11-19


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is first-class poetry, all substance, no fluff.
2021-11-15