Saw a picture burning red.
Standing back, sensed trouble ahead.
Flames shooting up to skies.
Would have ran who was wise.
Scarlet shade filling my eyes.
I could hear a damsel's cries.
Her long hair when caught fire.
Then my lust stirred in desire.
So real as if I'm part of the scene.
Gallery disappeared, over the beauty I leaned.
Took a last glimpse of mine.
Her closing eyes, an absolute sign.
My heart got pierced by a knife.
Her vanishing soul sucked my life.
Scene flashed back. and the damsel had gone.
Leaving me burning, here with picture alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Melodramatic touching poem in excelent rhymin. Pls coment my latest poem too.