LINE OF FIRE Published January 28, 2013 by VIGIL KUMAR Fume and fragrance in Fiery minuscule of ember Flaming life of ignited- stick Crossing over line of fire Ceases in smoky ashes; Lungful air of human gasp is also A burning journey of torrid zones In your ups and downs, you odor The aroma of phantom smell In the altar of deserting soul Corporal sleeves combust to Grime of ashes in sacred urns -VIGIL KUMAR About these ads Rate this:Share this:TwitterFacebookTumblrGoogle +1LinkedInLike this:Like Loading...
i loved this poem line of fire.. esp when i about to complete my 1 yr quit smokin milestone.. reminds me of all the times n moments it actually made me struggle with the inner demon.. p.s.s really nice blog Reply ↓
Hi Vigil. Nice. Thank you for liking my poem ‘Lethal arrest’. The Foureyed Poet.
You have caught me in your line of fire… superb
Intense.
Alter of souls . , powerful thought.Excellent poem.Jalal
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i loved this poem line of fire.. esp when i about to complete my 1 yr quit smokin milestone.. reminds me of all the times n moments it actually made me struggle with the inner demon..
p.s.s really nice blog
Bravo!
Enjoyed poem as much as I don’t enjoy cigarette smoke.
How quickly the ife of incense- stick burns…well stated in your poem.