Her Rising Ashes

Her dimpling eyes prison

The teary flock

When they run amock

A house arrest

To leave no trace

A frequent agitation the self is into

At her infinite love

When he grumbles and groans

And she feels the pain of his throat

“Calm down! Have water!”

Equalising the equation of aggression

Not with anger but with affection

In the gurgling machinations of time

She is the victim of her own noise

And now the bleeding thorns of bushes bizzare

Fuel her fire

And she sharpens in flame

Her vulnerable pen


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