Bazi alis Subrata Ray

(January / Formerly East Pahistan)

Deconstructed Love In Poetry.


Tender wings germinate and grow,
Yesterdays birds corrupt lechery,
In the ancient bed sleep the snakes,
The hungry hyenas loiter for flesh.

Hunters arrow to neutralize the rage,
Flood quench the volcano,
The dumb quakes at 12 noon,
The old sun forgets not its adolescence,
The fired hearth collects fuel in the wood.

Submitted: Thursday, October 24, 2013
Edited: Friday, October 25, 2013

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  • Sekharan Pookkat (10/24/2013 8:01:00 PM)

    Love: ancient, medieval or modern
    is same and wild
    exists without change
    whether in earth or heaven (Report) Reply

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