Majestic Matchstick Poem by Pranab K Chakraborty

silently snow washed my nails
told not to rebuke me
cold my nearest neighbor
always bear a long breath to inhale
hallucination my choice
and when heel slipped embraced the root
not any parasite
string hold even dominate stones
to keep tight with foot

snow then stole my respiration
kept myself shut with lips
and the blaze whispered its flame
wood who add her own fire
aflamed me to a stout lounge of poems

snow brought me that heaven
at least once when couldn't I trace my self
and borrowed wine from that glass
which she sipped before my frozen appearance...

Pranab k c
07/11/2021