Combustible
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Khairul Ahsan
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I am combustible,
But not by all flames.
I smoulder under
Ashes of subdued passion.
So many naked flames pass by,
Yet they do not kindle me ever.
But you do not need to come near me,
When just a thought of you flashes in the mind,
I rise as a flame, I blaze up, I flicker,
And that's so queer!
Dhaka
09 January 2015
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