Song Of Heat: A Tribute Poem by Pranab K Chakraborty

no cloud to dark
your hottie lagoon

wind sometimes travel
in the garden
rest the day
draught cracks the surface
water lost its layer
to feed the thirsty crown

....once long dawn
of rising amber
touched the wake
never to die the hallucination
of a monarch to play.........
riding rough
stone alley through the greens
of morbid

Draculic door of lying agony
generous to be haunted
to hunt the feverish apocalyptic pale
and forbidden feature
cloud alone covered
the drowsy dipper
who smelled blood
from scattered flesh
who tasted breath
from boneless cheeks

today
the thousand ponds and ditches,
river and sandy beds
raising hands above
crying shelter to suck
drops of wetly build

shouting burns to burn
your creepy scarlet
dozens of bead
made of dust

yet thirst screaming
the night in dense
of wild
and wordly dots and dashes

yet your hottie lagoon
crawls to blend
the barrels of soup to sip

if the dry goes round
the clocks of easy rounding
moments to hour
none could turn
the leaves and roots,
none could breed
the sin bypassing love...