Hell is burning out loud
Between the hearts of
Our powerful tongues.
We've washed our limbs
With the repetition of
Their reckless first sin.
Spring dances around
As your hands blossom
Upon my fiery figure.
Sanjukta Nag, you write very beautifully, i enjoyed reading the poem thanks for sharing.
ladden with a lot of powerful and intriguing metaphors this poetry is simply awesome
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yet another sensual poem.....enjoyed it.10+++