Burning Monk Poem by Bhargav Reddy

The scorching heart from the fiery sun,
Pierced through my shirt hurting my back,
I stood still in reflection of the burning monk,
Across the hills; in the middle of the street.

For peace, he sat folded but without a move made,
Up arose in the flames, merciless human ignorance,
Up arose in the smoke, selfless smell of human flesh,
The air poisoned by death and only ashes left to speak.

A soul lost, without a whisper for undisputable peace,
The holy land till remains ruled by the colossal farce,
I walked in memory of the heart that remained intact,
Unscathed and unwary by the sun piercing my heart.