Flames Of Life Poem by Pankajam Kottarath

In the wee hours of winter
the sea whispered
sweet nothings
into the ears of
lingering waves
that passed on ritually
murmur to the shoreline,
much in wait
for the reverent touch,
before dissolving itself
into turquoise depths;

And at the crack of dawn
famished earth got
her first showers
that seeped into the gorge of
blossoms in wait.

Wet sand aided in sprouting
grains hidden in her belly
and when morn lit up
fresh greens pulsating with life
dancing everywhere
in whistling wet winds.

Supine waves,
calmed down for a while
rendered insatiable,
snuggled in lusty fires
unveiling loud
the tantalizing secrets of life