Midsummer’s Madness

She fumes,
And turns into
A red rose.
He sulks,
And turns into
A white wall.
He says not a word.
She says not a word.
Summer deepens,
And, so does pride
In the name of love.

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About Amrita Ghosh

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2 Responses to Midsummer’s Madness

  1. KG says:

    in a few days,
    she blushes like a rose,
    he fusses over her like a hopeless fool,
    all in the name of love.

    Love, that wretched word.

    Like

  2. Amrita Ghosh says:

    oh yes! Love, that overhyped and much maligned word…sigh! thanks for the finishing touch 🙂

    Like

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