In Ancient Fire

We have come very
near to each other. The drums are ready
to go, before our assassination.

Like primitive Neanderthals,
I am carving a lined pictograph
of sober thoughts on Hibiscus.

The solitude in haze
still calls you. The raw and burning
hurts are blood-loving on the moon.

A well-penned poem packed with a lot of expectations and emotions, Satish jee!

Padma, Hyderabad, Jan 27, 2022