The Lady Who Sings Fire Poem by Rajmoi Phukan

The Lady Who Sings Fire



This world that I walk through— is fire,
Where man lives in land, which became mire.
But in this world, lives a lady
Who makes the land full of gold, and me full of desire.

These desires are floating, in this graveyard of death,
As the ravens come singing and tell me to take a breath.
But I long for this lady, with love and lust
Who left me sober, in this palace of crystal meth.

She sings a song, that soothes the heart,
As I walk by, in this mire of dirt.
I gave her my heart to break
And would give her again, for the lessons learnt.

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