A Burning Picture Poem by Ayesha Tulkubra

Saw a picture burning red.
Standing back, sensed trouble ahead.

Flames shooting up to skies.
Would have ran who was wise.

Scarlet shade filling my eyes.
I could hear a damsel's cries.

Her long hair when caught fire.
Then my lust stirred in desire.

So real as if I'm part of the scene.
Gallery disappeared, over the beauty I leaned.

Took a last glimpse of mine.
Her closing eyes, an absolute sign.

My heart got pierced by a knife.
Her vanishing soul sucked my life.

Scene flashed back. and the damsel had gone.
Leaving me burning, here with picture alone.