A Pinch of Vermillion
written by: Kumar Mithun
The brides creep
into the dark labyrinth.
To feed on my roses.
Devour the concealed
petals of white within.
Turn me an imbecile
But stumble upon
the fireflies rendezvousing.
Get caressed by
the seductive
cloth of silk.
They shall find me
nowhere but in
the abyss of your night.
Beneath the wafting
scent of jasmines.
And the tint of red
adorning your temples.
That blossom on my touch.
They save me from
those hungry demons.
Kumar Mithun
A word enthusiast who writes to inspire and constantly explore the creativity in the small things that life has to offer. Deriving inspiration, and converting them into poetry. Writing was never among my priorities until I found my old fountain pen consumed by dust.
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