Untitled Poem by prasanna satapathy
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You sat there on the pile of wood,
Smeared in vermillion,
As if waiting to be carried over the threshold
Like a newlywed bride,
While hungry flames
Licked at your butter smeared limbs.
In that misty winter morning,
Walking on the dew covered grounds,
I saw you again
Through the mist and fire,
Stretched across the sky
Like a silent cry.
Sunday, March 17, 2013
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9/24/2024 1:32:29 AM # 1.0.0.1119
good poem. I see reflection of my life here. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.