Have you ever felt the urge to eat
words like the last piece of a rosogulla,
afloat in its syrup,
because you simply cannot take it all in
with your eyes and nose?
So you need a few more senses—
those of taste and touch
to do justice to its maker.
In calligraphy, a word
stands alone yet whole.
I write lonely on a dark night.
Words I could eat
Tazeen Fatma is an Engineer and a poet from India