He Walks In Fire Poem by shuvo chakraborty

He walks in fire,
Fire breathing all hidden passions
In intense fashion,
Moves him like a particle riding on mad waves.
Boiling blood being too humid
Pouring words of moist wants.
Exasperated heart tempering with scenting dewdrops
That cool uncalled summer in cupids illumined chamber.
He finds his bitten lips
Too tricky in soften grip,
Rising like slow moon with winking lusture,
In hourly pleasure, inking amorous jestures.
He knows his limited destination
Where to travel and to turn,
Dead night offers him dimming stars
To light his metal heart.
He learns about the stiff corners of life and
About all the spangled pearls of curtained world.
Then musing the only name he knows dear,
He enters in to the guarded fold, taming blameless desire.
Heaven bares her before him
Harping all the fierce strings, quite mismerising,
Hence unheard to him in measured life.
He collapses on sighing bed where another part retires.