Rema Prasanaa - ! PYRE!

A pyre is made there near
a river bank for the funeral of earth
in planks from one real wild
stormy forest and that fire engulfs
in agitated minds…..
It grabs earth from its roots of origin
and its wildness intolerable.....
Heaven and God watch from above
in disguise. …a saving grace
sure they lift earth in one
safe and secure axis..
no aisle needed in that sanctum..
and those cry for death traps
fail and walk back..
and it rains from heavens above
to tranquilize the fire.of one wild
forest........







June 21,2009

Rema Prasanaa

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