Melancholy Sting

Caught the glimpse
of the living volcano
in the retina of your eyes;

Felt the shimmering heat
of lava steaming
on your eyelashes;

Refracted the flames
In your eyebrows

Clued-up your face
like the burning fires;

in the mirror of
my still and tranquil mind;

Offended me
like the sore of stinging nettles
even by your shadow.

December 22,2005

by Pushpa Ratna Tuladhar

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