What is this fire
of my breath
Fanning my life
Towards blue skies
I’m no old monk
Guarding the Himalayas
Heaveny rodent I am
Passing newly dug grave
Take no colour
of my soul
I am as klaidescopic
As are heavenly humans
Destiny Poets
Uniting and celebrating the best "Writers" and "Poetry" from around the world centred out of Destiny Church Wakefield
The author brandishes his poetic metier with another existential flourish.
So much thanks dear Sir Louis Kasatkin.
Wonderful piece of work. I like the last stanza.
So much thanks poet soul Marieta.
Tapeshwar surprises you with his original and startling imagery.