Salvation Of My Soul Poem by Tribhuvan Mendiratta

Salvation Of My Soul



Crescent face with frolicking pinkish peach freckles
Curly spring flyaway hair rippling around the face
strands of unruly hurricane hair caressing the face
Clear skin, oh-so-perfect lips - plump as cherry
The hands' fragrance of soil -and warmth of love
Like warm bowl of veg-pasta soup- served on cold night

Salvation Of My Soul
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