By Anushmita Ghatak
Outskirts of my integument
smoulder the petals into cinder,
Supple petals of my benevolence
fall to the alluring fiend within me.
Torment of visceral plumule
annihilate the teeny creation,
Conflagration within my passion
elucidate affliction of the slaughter of existing soul.
Blazing reins coil my budding pollens
Sheathe the stigma with burning petals,
Remains clinker of brick-black souvenir
Judging the fire court of only ashes and impressions.
Tears to the pollens in my ovary
oblate as its treasured petal,
Submerging those flamed petals
with tranquillity of sentiments metalled.
By Anushmita Ghatak
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