Jaya Varma

Rookie - 1 Points (05-03-1985 / Faizabad)

The Camphor In Your Anger - Poem by Jaya Varma

Your anger
A camphor
It burns
With smoke
It eloped
In you
If any
You play
A new temper
A fresh camphor
And mesmerize
Fire flies
Its calm
Yet warm
The aroma
For samonna
You flame
To not blame
But drape
In the crape
And say
Shall we play
I fire
Your desire
In the thirst
You provoke
To get choked
I resist
The masochist
And denied
To ride
As it burns
Never returns
Unlike camphor
Doesn't pamper
For it soaks
And revokes
That bled
Amid all this
I distinguish
That's on fire
In your satire
The camphor
Of your anger
Or the flesh
Nothing less
The aroma
For samonna
Will say
What you play
All the way......

Comments about The Camphor In Your Anger by Jaya Varma

  • Rookie Chandra Prakash Verma (8/12/2013 9:48:00 AM)

    jaya, you write so good...i am falling in love with your writings (Report) Reply

    2 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
Read all 1 comments »

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Poem Submitted: Monday, August 12, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, August 27, 2013

[Hata Bildir]