The poet mixes metaphors, colours and longing of life. She writes, ‘a maroon longing of a beetle’ Streams of white skies hoping to be saved A wild thing praying- over and over. There is no art if not love or there is no existence if not love. But do you see this- this flinch in the sky a maroon longing of a beetle. Hemispheres rivetting. There is nothing beyond the periphery of our emotion Above the sea- salt loneliness. Eyes- a lost trapezium. Tip-toed walks. But they are walks only. So do it. Walk. #poem #poetry #poet #read #readers #reading