Pragya Singha


The sacred fire
Became the pyre,
As aspirations of love circumvented,
Rising as if it were a phoenix;
A bird reinvented,
My love flew away, like an emancipated lark;
With the ashes of the burning ember.

Love to ashes,
Lust to dust
A bird with new wings,
Death of desire
Free from the plight of rite and night
With no need to fight.
Love dead;
As if it were a suffocated fire,
Once again freed from a mire.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 2, 2010
Poem Edited: Saturday, January 2, 2010

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