! ! ! ! A Pomegranate And A Haiku! ! ! !

Garnet coloured pearly Pearly slippery arils tumble out, As I peel a pomegranate. Gathering them in a bowl I put a handful In my waiting mouth; Cool, sweet and sour juice Trickles down my Parched throat, And the crunchy seeds Get crushed by my teeth… As I swallow, I pick Some more My lips part And with a start I realise, how sensuous Luscious and delicious Is the touch, taste and feel With a flavour exclusive. Quite like a Haiku- Aesthetically compressed, With so much appeal… its an art to separate white membrane and get at its essence...