Pink

Pink.

Flour and sugar
Mixed up with fluffy whorls
Of gold truculence
Butter melting in
satiny sheen
Puffing up in the
Oven
Warm and flaky crust,
Moist heart of
Spongy goodness
With a loving flourish of
Candy pink icing flowers.

She put down the cake to cool
As she freshened her
hasty make up
Her lips glossed up
Into candyfloss petals.

The kids clustered around her
Little hungry midgets
Awash with happiness
And as Papa arrived
At the gate
Happy little voices
Trilled out a jubiliant birthday
song.

Even the pink clouds
touched by a blushing sun
Could not compete
With her flushed cheeks
Softly Warm
Dewy like roses.

God and Goddess
In their Private Eden
Partaking fruits
From heaven.

(c) Amrita Valan 2015