Memory Of A Pandemic Year Poem by sekharan pookkat

Hot drowsy wind blows
In the chilling winter
Seventh estate crawls
Slowly against wisdom.
Demon dances in soil
Nature gradually vulture habits
Praise success of myths
Over people, in their dream land.
History became supernatural vows
Unrecognised taste of swore and salt
Become a luxury food served in Pandora's box.
Chilling winter breeze
Deck, shelter logged weeds
Flames the rhythm of many hearts
To blush dewy diadem.
Cornet flames in your eyes
Blooms narrow silver lines
As a cascade of blues
In the scaffold tavern.