morning cracks with fire I felt <br />long those vanquished adamant days <br />grip that grabbed those firy tombs <br />O the death you dripped from dawn <br /> <br />blushed the strap first spelled defy <br />thrust the bold put scratch on flesh <br />charged a hard the crazy fire <br />burn-O-burned the pleasing door <br /> <br />long it patting the patterned days <br />long it carries the flambeau flame <br />thousand sin never sinned any dream <br />morning drowning that scattered scream <br /> <br />voluptu volcan unfit breathe <br />neighboring hunger staged the stake <br />night and noon the hell it sacked <br />the thumb ransacked the petal engraved <br /> <br />story long past those vanished years <br />yet feel presence its illicit clamp <br />cracking the strength its fathomic trench <br />tomb-O-tomb I never forget... <br /> <br />Pranab k c <br />28/10/2012<br /><br />Pranab K. Chakraborty<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fire-that-burns-2/
