A distended heart, swells
Fuming nostrils
in a deeper sigh
A blind rage
build muscles
On the firery air
Prowling ravenous nights
A blitz, cannon
down the ribs
Ripping flesh;
Sharper than the nails
Grow elements of its kind
Bloody clouds
Pelt stones, cascading
Drops of blood
Multitudinous offerings, wait
The bestiary altar
Dripping down the space
Beyond the violent images lies a theme waiting to be discovered.A ‘challenging’ poem.
So much thanks dear Sir Vijay Nair Ji
Only if Peace could find a way.. !!
Really imaginative one 🙂
Peace, peace and peace…
‘m so humbled Monika Ajay Kaul Ji! Naman