Bitter Nectar

 

Green open palm hand

May be more than five, fingers

Though many palm lines span

Would one hold, read the palm

 

Slender threadlike tendril stretch, 

twines around, 

The climber rise the creeping high

Softy stems vine reach up, once more

Lush green enjoy the breeze

 

Gleeful small yellow beauty high

Welcoming soft sun shine 

Is néctar of bitter gourd flower sweet too

Tell me buzzing bumbble bee…

Bubble

 

Hollow head

Traps 

Air of arrogance

Inflates

Rise, rise high

Bursts…

Unique Art

 

Who inscribed curvy lines, beautiful designs

on fingers

Modern day biometric scanners everywhere

seeks warmth finger impression

Fetch and fly away like a busy bee…

 

Who wrote a big story

in blue eyes

Life’s endless journey, many ports

iris scanners seeks warmth look

Seamless, that stings a copy too…

Fingerprint, iris eye

wonderfully crafted

Who or how regardless, admire

Holds many information

of unique human identity…

 

Though modern technology

able to capture and digitize 

the impression

I wonder what a huge data 

a little finger holds

Imagine what would be an eye…

 

Warmth, caring, energetic, 

amazing magic touch

at tip of fingers,

Blue eyes

that’s an adorable book

with many more pages yet to read

No comparisons,

but unique…