A Firebrand Smile Poem by Santosh Misra

A FIRE-BRAND SMILE.

I am not surprised
When tears roll down my cheeks
To knowsome time later
thatI am crushed.

I see you within a dense fog
Whirling around,
Busy in teasing and teasing me
From the dawn to dusk,
And ever in the coolant moonlit night.

I fail to catch,
Any option although
But tie me in a chain of hatred
You plunged on me
In a mesmerizing gesture,
Wildly blended with
A fire-brand smile.