The Primeval Poem by Subrata Ray

The Spell Of The Primeval.
The blooming adolescence,
With some cankerin its blossom ,
Or some dormant snake,
Wilds all seasons.

The budding flower,
Arrests drones one by one,
And feels thirsty for equilibrium,
A peg in its draught, in the spring.

The fruits defies forbiddance ,
And lurk to bathe in the juice of orgasm,
The ghosts and witches take hold on desires.

Fire! More fire, rains and regains,
Seed to flower, fruit, and then pyre!