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