My Fervent Foe Poem by Namita Rani Panda

I can't say
when with no reason
or petty reasons
a loving one
turns to a terrible foe
and with no hesitation
spits at my pearls
vomiting volcanoes of petulance
tirelessly roasting my emotions
and pouring ceaselessly venom
to keep it ablaze.
Every day like a butcher
with his scathing swords of heart burns
he slays my joy and passion
and feels limitless pleasure
like an invincible conqueror
enjoying the writhing smoke of wrath
and pungent smell of rancour
as a successful winner.
But he never knows
in his infuriating deeds
unknowingly he sows a seed,
a desire to struggle and live
to be alert and active
and instils a potency in me
to transform the fume
into fragrance of love
that reverberates
in the world around
and with every stroke of his
my cryonics self turns into a rising Sun
and from the pyre of fire a Krishnaa is born.
I can't but love you my fervent foe!
You go on slaughtering my dreams
and I will go on burning and living
spreading light and fragrance
transcending time and space!