Beauty And Obsession Poem by Pranab K Chakraborty

standing tall, straight a sculptic beauty
nail to nip, skull to scale
looking far to feel something
not to cash or to crease special status

whatever the beauty needs
my feet rushing restless
at least heart-throbs beyond metres
to crawl that buttering mountain
sleek and to lick moments of death or life endless

so stout the peaks and peasantry
so smooth the surface and sanitation
only poet could jump fibred prolification
to climb the last trip before avalanche

God can't escape such tannery He tuned
just moment was high to make me imprisoned
a joy made her feel someone stabbing the pelvic
killing by honor trapped by beauty
silent robbing the volt of treasury

only smiled arrogant the living sculpture
not to rain
but to burn by flame her eyes laughed
invite not
simply to demonstrate
fire crazy and stored within

God can't escape
how the poet....!

Pranab k c
24/02/2015