Henna Poem by Hardik Vaidya

Henna



The henna on your hands,
Or was your hand in henna?
It was growing and glowing.
Your hand, you or henna?
I saw fresh life bubble and bloom
Your soul leaked through your skin
And the henna bloomed.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I chanced to see a young brides hand while waiting for my luggage at the airport and this poem came to me.
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Hardik Vaidya

Hardik Vaidya

Mahuva, Gujarat, India.
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