Theme: Reflections


It all started underneath
The ossified veneer of my heart.
Careened from there,
A torrid flame.
No, no,
It might be even a volcano.
Burning blood scurried,
As if a parasol of nerves
has turned ogreish.
Really it was something serious?
Or a simple game of hide and seek.
I am yet to know,
For I had lost
Contact with my heart, years ago.


More By  :  Pramod Khilery

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