My Flickering Shock Poem by Pranab K Chakraborty

So nice her heater to make milk boil
Admired much to dignify the rowdy wrapper
Always to maintain her security

Yet spring purples bleeding whisper
When and how a threshold to glorify my presence
Know not the night cold
Only fingers knew a new to be happened
Where nothing could be considered except heat and roast

Reality means always differs
Actually reality is the blender of strength and happenings
If you sense any confusion boil simply milk
Without expecting any lips to suck your covered world!

Pranab k c
19/09/2006