The Burning Fate

 To capture a glimpse of your soft lips, run wide, and have the time stopped,

never may have felt less than heaven.

I see the brown-shaded vision of yours kissing the sun,

that leaves me in nothing but my soul to be deafen

Once the ‘wise old man’ said you must struggle, the love you hold with your fist of miseries,

But how the young me, with a vague hand,

be strong enough to clasp the running sand?

‘Shall be it', I said, to have my illness of love for you disappear,

But, Like the roses are meant to bloom every day,

maybe I was meant to love you, anyway.

But the truth to you was never what you sought

but to shun the men, who loved with ought.

the ocean if fled away, be left with ‘dead lovers’ grills.

The same must have gone with me,

a broken apple fused with veins that got killed.

Or is it that I am wrong all the way?

or shall I break my mirror, with pieces entering my skin of red?

Perhaps, in the end, without crossing myself in the doubts of wisdom

I shall accept my burning fate.

- Debesh Kar