Burnt Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

You can lift me from the door
And place me upon the bed
You can watch me as if I am a fairy
With an intention that is bad

Don't throw that cruel smile
That makes my body burn red
I wish i have not knocked the door
And sensing love should have fled

But the cinder has risen and
I can no more wait for you to drop
Undress me to calm down and
Wish once you start you won't stop

Connect me to the world of pleasure
It is my first; let me feel as if newly born
Stay a little longer in me to feel good
And I will knock the door next morn