The Indian Dates Poem by Sandeep Dongre

Under the tamarind tree I saw her first,
Her tangy smile swept away all the stressful rust,
Suddenly a pod fell down at her feet,
As if it too wanted a divine seat.

Picking it gently up she broke the crust,
And the dam of my emotion began to burst,
She could hardly take her eyes off the Indian dates,
And I in my mind had already asked her for date.

Between her tender lips she put the pulp and threw the seeds,
Of which till this day I am taking the heed,
Had once she looked into my eyes,
She could notice the chance of eternal ties.

That is why, thay call love sweet and not sour.