She shrieked frenziedly as a scalded cat,
sprung from her place
like the fire of a gun,
ready to burn everything
with the smoke gushing from her ear-holes
and drown everything in the sea of her tears,
leaving the world with squalid smoke and ashes.
She could feel the flames
blazing her from within,
slitting her delicate skin into fragments,
roasting her tongue with its piercing blades.
O why she was burning desperately as
such that all the ice of the world was insufficient to calm her?
Elsewhere she tasted bhut jolokia!!!
A singular gastronomic experience.
Hahaha. Sir I have never tasted ghost chilli. This is not my experience. It’s just an imagination. 🙂
why she was burning desperately as
such that all the ice of the world was insufficient to calm her?
loved this line .
Thank you so much Sir.
Concrete images evoke a spicy, ‘hot’ experience ! Well done !
The images weaved into the poem made it perfectly realistic.. Enjoyable read!