Requiem Poem by Debashree Kachari
Requiem
Strings are on fire...
Fingers are on pyre.
Dance to the rhythm of my burning violin,
Dance to the horror of the night.
Dance until you can catch the glow,
Dance until your heart melts and flow.
Set your soul on fire,
Set your goal on fire,
Because, sometimes it feels good;
to be burnt
And to live with the scars.
Strings are on fire,
Fingers are on pyre.
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