The Metamorphosis (The Saga Of My Sati-3) Poem by Subhas Chandra Chakra

Moments passed
Like Ages and Ages
On this Earth.
You were still
In my arms.

My arms were no more
Arms of flesh and bones
That squeeze a shape,
Arms of lust and desire
That nabs a feminine make,
Arms of fire that burns
The flame of carnal urge,
Arms of fluid that carries
The beloved away, with its waves
Into a physical cage.

They had metamorphosed
Into shapes that
You dreamt so far!
Into waves of fire that
You cherished to burn in...
Into Passions of the soul
You wanted to merge in! !