Author A. K. Ramanujan Kuruntokai 370 In lily ponds, the plump colorful buds are forced open by bumblebees on his cool seashore. I sit with him, we are two bodies. We lie together, we are close as fingers around a bow. He goes home, I too am left with a single body. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments