Blistering Battle Poem by Pranab K Chakraborty

Blistering Battle



nice your touch that touches my nice
morning aflame blows serene at shrine
nice your choice of feathering the fathom
height beyond high ever clinging the clinks

white the reason flies pigeon with wings
tilt is the space splashes Trozan to pieces
paramount horse now kneeling to divan
beseeching tears care touching my flair

here the dear the leaves and dust
broken the dreams that flying to flow
thirst behind cry my dreaming aglow
fume the blooming as blazing the furrow

seen not seen while hovering the hammock
cool my passion ignites your fling
plaintive the spasm you hear the dear
the mast I did against storm drastic

and done you done the beneath you lie
and I the wild the anger I burst
screamed you nice and fired my force
planked the sack ever carry from past

showered the stream you sizzled the thirst
and nice embrace when thrust I crushed

Pranab k c
28/11/2011

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Allemagne Roßmann 30 November 2011

Blistering write.A blitzkrieg of thirst and pain to gizmo and gain to rendition and rain.The silkroute to India was perhaps an experience that ransacked India otherwise by a Macedonian, a Slav, an Uzbek, a Pathan, a Mughal who shared the same uphill task like you to cross the Hindukush....then only after cumbersome efforts, the 'kush' or literal meaning kill was achieved over Hindus which see there today the indiscriminate fights between the two races -one to survive and another to increment and supplement the number of second highest religion survivers in the world beyond languages.....i hope this write shall be thrashing Trojans in all forms to crushing defeats...be they are bridled with Homer or as Bucephalus with Alexander, the black Andalucias of Spain what stole the Moors of Morocco, the 'langra tyagi' of 13 th century the lame man Timur of Samarkhand, Uzbekistan(former Soviet Union) and likewise others... i hope the battlefield if it is so gruelling and you succumb too, , , your Chetak will run from the furrows through hammocks until the place where statue will be remembered in some stature...

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