Fire

By Rishan Roy

You keep asking to escape your parents

where wombs do not separate

Or evacuate like burning buildings

You see firemen tinting the window shades,

Dousing you in coolants and aids

But it is not in your ways

To help yourself from burning like incense

Hoping it lights up prayer rooms where

I see the shade of my face in tune to God's

and my shells break in morning dew,

You keep asking to evacuate your parent's living room

When the only thing on fire is you. 

By Rishan Roy