Cigarette BurnsA Poem by PratikThe black, cavernous lesions Don’t you let them heal darling Let them smolder With the fierceness of stars Bleed, With the temerity of rivulets And when it’s time You will draw patterns out of them, Motifs and fortune spelling oracles For you ain’t the creature slain You are poetry in motion, Unfettered, Unrelenting. © 2017 PratikAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on January 2, 2017 Last Updated on January 2, 2017 AuthorPratikRaleigh, NCAboutHello! I am Pratik Mukherjee from Calcutta, India - the city of Mother Teresa and the famous poet Tagore. My pen name is Aaran, a variant of the word 'Aran' and derived from the Aran Islands, a gro.. more..Writing
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