Forest Fires

Blazing demon guffaws at my petty existence,

As it roars to match the fervor of the winds.

A zephyr so cold, has been set on fire,

And floats, to my adobe, on acrid wings.

 

Spewing wrath, it swallows all the mocking fools –

The ones who laughed at my ground height talks;

But lost are they, with their haughty sight,

For now their ground is where Death walks.

I gaze at the night sky, now set ablaze,

As it lays the sepulcher of trees after trees.

Too numb to care, too scared to feel,

I just admire the beauty of the baleful beast.

The sun is coming, the fire all gone –

Shrouded in the ash of pride, I stand with some,

Left for worthlessness, to witness a sight

‘Cold fumes now rise from the pyre of my home.’

-Vaisakhi Mishra

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