Letusburn Out Poem by desamangalam ramakrishnan

There is a mountain-pass
struggling in the darkness
lurking between yesterday and today.

An anxiety is there
like a ship of ice-rock
moving slowly
and then suddenly accelerating
with unimaginable speed.

If we could overcome
all these little winds
then we can
rage against any wilder storm,
If we could win We shall hoist
sky-scraping flags of green trees,
and beside the slope of the sky
we can fasten
those turbulent waves.

Let us burn out
the mountainous garbage of our past
and listen to the Dance of Siva.

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