Another Bunch Of Fire Poem by Dhiren Doley

Your love, when I am still in my youth
A mountain, a high peak, green, white, bold
I climb, touch all the uneven surfaces
It is like a woman body

Reaching the peak of it, I proclaim victory
I embrace it and we both sweat as if
the mid-day sun is over our head
let me wear the twilight now

Where are the winds born?
If you care much about it
and its probity;
you will be left thirsty
I have to leave insatiate

I burn, I wear the sun
I am mid-summer heat, my desire
the sky doesn't yield much rain
let your love sparkle another bunch of fire
I reach there, the peak of your love

I am lost in the hills
the smiling hills
like forest of nectar
and I run like wild fire,
hide, o hide the hills