The farewell seemed a patisserie
Of wars and alchemy
Where fingers fought
While hearts languished
Having turned to
Burning desires,
Of burning cities,
Classical in blood,
Love-ridden,
Drenched,
From pore to pore,
Sifting knots, vain romances,
To reknot them,
Drenched again.
Who says wars are futile?
—–
Pragati Gupta is a masters student of English at the University of Calcutta after graduating from Loreto College, Kolkata. Besides being an avid reader and poet, she intends to pursue her career in academics.
