see the flames glowing bright burning up the air burning everything in sight
storm wind blowing
see the wind bring food to the fire, the fire eating, angry child, growing, growing
rage in the heart, rage in the air, anger, fear and confusion everywhere
the house and the book, the tree and the painting
burning, burning
the time comes and the time goes, and whence the rage is born nobody knows
eating, growing, destroying.
what ails the cut flower, what ails the chopped tree
what thoughts has the caged bird that yearns to be free
what the point of life but a fire consuming
destruction has its own delight, the child giggles and shows its might
fire and ash, the beginning of the undoing
pull down the walls, burn down the door
leave nothing left for life the whore
and if there is something left of me, destroy it
leave nothing from the burning
storm wind blowing
see the wind bring food to the fire, the fire eating, angry child, growing, growing
rage in the heart, rage in the air, anger, fear and confusion everywhere
the house and the book, the tree and the painting
burning, burning
the time comes and the time goes, and whence the rage is born nobody knows
eating, growing, destroying.
what ails the cut flower, what ails the chopped tree
what thoughts has the caged bird that yearns to be free
what the point of life but a fire consuming
destruction has its own delight, the child giggles and shows its might
fire and ash, the beginning of the undoing
pull down the walls, burn down the door
leave nothing left for life the whore
and if there is something left of me, destroy it
leave nothing from the burning
Copyright B Purkayastha 2010
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