Sanjukta Nag

Gold Star - 21,168 Points (05-07-1992 / India)

Birth Of Fire - Poem by Sanjukta Nag

You are making flares
Behind the tenderness of my eyeballs,
I’m invoking tornado
To show you the bursting of thunder into pieces,
That dissolve like meteors
Over the natural layers of our bodies.
And this is how fire takes birth.
No twirling of hands on a wooden plate,
Just some sawdust of desire
To initiate the eruption of Kilimanjaro,
Inside the red veins of our contracted flesh.

Topic(s) of this poem: desire, fire, love, lovers, passion

Form: Free Verse


Comments about Birth Of Fire by Sanjukta Nag

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (11/6/2015 6:29:00 PM)


    Wonderful and expressive poem shared with thought of time. Very amazing sharing done.10 (Report) Reply

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  • Kelly Kurt (11/6/2015 4:43:00 AM)


    Sawdust of desire. Wonderful imagery. Thanks, Sanjukta (Report) Reply

  • (11/6/2015 1:20:00 AM)


    so full of fiery passion
    pity I'm too old for all that
    yhanks-10
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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 6, 2015



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