So Flamed

Sometimes thought could say nothing,
Smell of burning arrived, fully in action.
Then she thought of a saying to pleasure,
Letting flowers fall, feeling nobody but shaking.

Sometimes he went fast, sometimes slow,
There was a little match, tyranny called itself.
He felt himself transfixed, fully exploding
With the confined place, so differing, so flamed.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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