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The Violence of Passion
Untethered houses float on scorched heath,
With wooden trappings but horrors unsheathed,
They were hearts once, custodian of memories.
Chased, they were, by wanton veneries.
The ochre ground turned crimson as they bled
From crimes of passion, which wearily led
To uncurbed contagion that salted the earth.
Death danced about the wasteland, taunting birth.
Sun and moon twirled with gloom and mirth.
Trees are sparse in this endless dearth.
Blood haunts the earth, the houses haunt the skies,
For they were hearts once, hid their trembling cries,
As passion followed them like gadfly,
Haunted, they unmoored towards the sky.
© Abhijit Chatterjee
With wooden trappings but horrors unsheathed,
They were hearts once, custodian of memories.
Chased, they were, by wanton veneries.
The ochre ground turned crimson as they bled
From crimes of passion, which wearily led
To uncurbed contagion that salted the earth.
Death danced about the wasteland, taunting birth.
Sun and moon twirled with gloom and mirth.
Trees are sparse in this endless dearth.
Blood haunts the earth, the houses haunt the skies,
For they were hearts once, hid their trembling cries,
As passion followed them like gadfly,
Haunted, they unmoored towards the sky.
© Abhijit Chatterjee
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