In the Sweet Corners of my Mind
There are fiery Volcanoes sprouting
in the Vast Oceans. Tumultuous
Rivers flowing from the dewy lips
of a luscious lass. Venomous serpents
snuggle up in a loving embrace.

Flowers of every hue blossom in
the harshness of a Desert. A Black
widow drips Honey. Adults laugh
and play like children. Men not
Markets determine the trajectory of life.

Feminine Crafts our Civilization and not wars.
People are warm not the climate
Idlis are soft and Coffee strong
In the Sweet Corners of my Mind…