Cigarette Burns

A Poem by Pratik

The black, cavernous lesions

Don’t you let them heal darling

Let them smolder

With the fierceness of stars

Bleed,

With the temerity of rivulets

And when it’s time

You will draw patterns out of them,

Motifs and fortune spelling oracles

For you ain’t the creature slain

You are poetry in motion,

Unfettered,

Unrelenting.

© 2017 Pratik

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Writing after a long time. Reviews are welcome

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Pratik

Raleigh, NC

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Hello! I am Pratik Mukherjee from Calcutta, India - the city of Mother Teresa and the famous poet Tagore. My pen name is Aaran, a variant of the word 'Aran' and derived from the Aran Islands, a gro.. more..