Let the light in,
And let the fire start.
Burn the soul dipped in dew,
At the sandalwood pyre.
Let the windows crash away
For,
Certain blessings
Find home-
Crashing all the Windows.
Weary eyed, I sit back
Silent.
And relief springs fresh
As my ears hear the clatter.
And the soul dances naked
In the burning pyre.
Can you smell-
Ash?
And let the fire start.
Burn the soul dipped in dew,
At the sandalwood pyre.
Let the windows crash away
For,
Certain blessings
Find home-
Crashing all the Windows.
Weary eyed, I sit back
Silent.
And relief springs fresh
As my ears hear the clatter.
And the soul dances naked
In the burning pyre.
Can you smell-
Ash?
Rebirth, poetically assayed!
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem, again!!