White Pomegranate (a poem by Urmila Mahajan)

It takes a lot for such fruit
to grow

from sunset flowers
to pale pink arils pitting

their strength against yellowing walls
fortified by

whimsical seasons
patient labour

A last luscious twirl in the blender
with a twist of ginger and lime

and I’m as much pomegranate
as it’s me

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