Metamorphosis
I admire the dancing flames
in the stagnant water...
The smoke
condenses,
amalgamates with
the moisture around.
Nothing is
perpendicular...
I find no
adjustment of
positives and negetives.
The water is
stagnant or rapid...
Never slow.
Mark, the stain...
Hold, the enormous
antagonistic forces...
These are the
careless touches.
We are all
casual observers.
It is the
metamorphosed figure.
Contributing Poet -
Subarna De is a Masters student in
English and is interested in pursuing writing as her career.
Contact :
subarnade@hotmail.com
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