A Poem on Fanciful Passions

The flowing currents
Of sheer savage passions
Awakened a forgotten era

They gate-crashed
To unlock the flow
Inundating whatever
Came their way

Directed yet directionless
The passions recklessly danced

The glow-worm passions
Settled on the night-skin and
By morning turned into
A bouquet of fresh flowers
Secretly nurtured and bloomed
Within a loving and longing heart

poem by Indira Babbellapati
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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