Posted by: Ron DuBour | March 19, 2019

FLAMES~by Bipul Kalita




Dropping pearls of love
many eyes pass by
burning me inside 
with silence
maturing me
with flames of spring.

I’m fine to be in you
not so weak
not so strong
for an outstanding comfort
grown in mossy heats
by rich merchants of dreams.

I can taste flowery fragrance
I can face blessings and curses
of blooming thoughts
which cause storms outside
washing away crawling serpents.

To ink my love
I burn myself in spring’s flames
I turn myself into a refined sculptor
defining love and hatred
in the true romantic sculptures
carved on rocky footsteps of life…..

Copyright@Bipul Ch. Kalita, 17/03/2017.

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