Priya Tomar

Burning Letters

Frozen fingers put fire

On golden letters pyre

Broken bangles, sleeping anklets

Ah ! first flavour, the heart melts


Garlands of blue gems

Losing glow and names

Flames prisoned  white bride

And burns her jewels and pride.


Dreams drowned in blue brooks

An innocent criminal wipes proofs 

Of tasting forbidden fruit

And notes of a stranger\'s flute.