Dreams She Death
flowers not my choice
when entered her dream
dreamt already two times my death
ajointly tried to bark
a street dog to know the surroundings
life means desperate living
tends to death every time
fire not my choice
while bowl of beans
yesterday boiling
perfumed agony
its intense sucking effort
from soil to leaf no fire but agitation
dreamt already two times my death
when entered her boiling point
we adament nongellic angels
blew the heat without fire from soul to serenity
but the fathom she opened when petals are smashed
real death the furnace whistled the steam
mutiny embarked with galloping thrust
not able to be one
not able to be one
no flower
no fire
no living
no swim
dreamt two times my death mean time
when I entered her dream
Pranab k c
10/03/2012
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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