Fire That Burns
morning cracks with fire I felt
long those vanquished adamant days
grip that grabbed those firy tombs
O the death you dripped from dawn
blushed the strap first spelled defy
thrust the bold put scratch on flesh
charged a hard the crazy fire
burn-O-burned the pleasing door
long it patting the patterned days
long it carries the flambeau flame
thousand sin never sinned any dream
morning drowning that scattered scream
voluptu volcan unfit breathe
neighboring hunger staged the stake
night and noon the hell it sacked
the thumb ransacked the petal engraved
story long past those vanished years
yet feel presence its illicit clamp
cracking the strength its fathomic trench
tomb-O-tomb I never forget...
Pranab k c
28/10/2012
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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