Tame that Red Fury
I am writhing in pain
Baghjan is burning
I walked out
And
Looked at the sky above
It was vanquished
A crimson hue had spread all over it.
With a sigh of desolation
I walked slowly
In hope that
The pristine air will soothe
The burn inside me.
Instead I inhaled a concoction
Of methane and propane
I stood dazed and numb.
Baghjan is sleeping
Embracing all her flora and fauna
Deep in her heart.
I looked up at the fiery sky
And cried in silence
Tame that red fury
I don't want to be swallowed
By the inferno there.
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Silent Girl's Poetry
PoetryI am never serious. I am always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too sensitive, too cold-hearted. I am like a collection of paradoxes.
