Combustible Poem by Khairul Ahsan
Combustible
I am combustible,
But not by all flames.
I smoulder under
Ashes of subdued passion.
So many naked flames pass by,
Yet they do not kindle me ever.
But you do not need to come near me,
When just a thought of you flashes in the mind,
I rise as a flame, I blaze up, I flicker,
And that's so queer!
Dhaka
09 January 2015
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I like the compassion in this one. short and sweet and gets to the point. made me smile.
Thanks for your thoughtful comment, @Michelle Irvin. Just now I have read your poem 'Right' and left a comment on it. The poem evokes poignant feelings. Having read that, I am glad to know that my poem has made you smile.
Short concise and the last line cuts through like a whoopee cushion, Adds humour at least that's what i'm getting. Good stuff!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 12:47:54 PM # 1.0.0.1119
What cannot be extinguished, the flames, the heat, wildfire of passion..... Even if not acted upon, the smouldering continues. I have been caught in the raging fire, many a time...perhaps I need a smoke detector! Wonderfully penned.
'Even if not acted upon, the smouldering continues' - true! Thanks for your comment on my poem, Susan Lacovara.