Written by Tanya Singh
Where do poems tread?
Do they ride on limericks or horse backs?
Do they cry out with a ballad?
Where do poems go?
To give up their verses in your soliloquy,
As you throw up your coffee in exhilaration,
“What about poems?” She asked.
“Where do poems sleep?”
“On your lips like the bitter-sweet coffee.”
And in the moment, we knew the taste of our poems.