Quench Poem by Aparna Chatterjee
Quench
From your face
To your throat,
Your chest
To your phallus,
Everything
Belongs to
Me.
I’m thirsty.
Come and
Quench me.
I have a feeling that, that 'Quench' will never end. Its like a fire, the more you feed it, the hotter it burns with desiers.
Like it. Short and sweet. A really great poem. A great write. May i invite you to read my new poem called, For Paul Blackburn. Its a trur story.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 6:38:31 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Quench me....! is really an eternal and unheard call from the burning earth, it seems the call hasn't reached up to the watery clouds.And ofcourse the life lies between a call and a reply.