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The House inferno.....

Run.Fire.Alarm.
Save yourself.
Look for the inmates.
Save the paintings and
the bunch of roses from the hungry flame.
The memories captured in frames been charred.
Tears has gone dry 'cause of the heat.
The thick Holy book no longer exists.
Ashes causing coughs.
Hold your breath.Run.

The bird,was locked in the cage has died.
The baby is burnt.The black smoke is rolling up and
clasping The House like a serpent.
The garden is engulfed into the fire.
The wooden cradle have lost its veneer.Still in swing.
No sign of pulse.Only the violent breeze and flame.
Sensing the damnation.

The House is burning.
Crumbling down slowly.So the Earth.
We never made it,have we?
Is it on fire because of Us?

Comments

anindyo said…
i appreciate what ur tryin to portray ... good one mate
anindyo said…
i dono what u hav written this in mind wid .... but to me..it signifies... waiting for something..doin d right things ..n waiting..hoping ul get ur chance... ur big break ... somethn u hav wanted for long ... but fate doesnt work dat way ... life is uncertain... keep writing ....... more often ! :-)
AyAn! said…
good one...the 1 u showd me in the lake!! some grammatical mistakes tho!!
Anonymous said…
WE are responsible for setting the world on fire.........and it is WE who must put off the fire.......good poem...amar khub bhalolegeche

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