The Flaming Cage Poem by poddar kushal
The Flaming Cage
Not speaking of the flaming cages
does not rescue me when at night
a blazing mare enters into my
stable sleep, gallops through the staddles.
Even the jolt of awakening,
airing to the morning pane, watching
one lark lurking from the neighbor's recess
do not give me any solace.
I shake you, say, Heard the rattle? Smelt
the fire, flesh? There, you wrap me, there.
Yes. There. A flaming cage.
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