Dr. Nikhat Bano

Primitive Passion

On the sizzling sand of youth,
you played barefoot;
Unarmed and unmindful of the,
feary blows of time.

I know the thing that kept you alive,
in the heat of your prime;
I know what healed your wounds,
as an icy balm of time.

The passing streams of events,
gave you many intimations;
Of the upcoming harsh realities,
result of your game of passion.

Flowing across you and me,
were desires dancing untamed,
running wild in my nerves,
was my blind love and just pain.

Copyright © September DrNikhat Bano All rights reserved

Topic(s) of this poem: lamentation

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 3, 2019

Form: Blank Verse


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Comments about Primitive Passion by Dr. Nikhat Bano

  • Nikhat  BanoNikhat Bano (9/3/2019 9:33:00 AM)

    It's a poem about everything done as fun and sports without foreseeing its repercussion.

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