The Bird From The Ashes Poem by Vadakkumpurath Ramesan

The green trees cried out
As the birds chirping nesting on
Flew with burnt wings
To the heavens to nest
In the chiming stars
As the earth with wildfire
Became hot like burning sun
But gave the daylight to down!
The deers ran with no fear
Of the speeding tiger
The leopard ran not the bite
The neck of the jumping lambs
But to save the life
That caught the wildfire
Hungry to eat and swallow
Anything and every thing to the reach
With no relent to stop
The dreaded dance of destruction
The earth witness in summer
With tears rolling over the cheeks
On hearing her children
With frequent and fervent-call
Raise hands to the heavens
To the Gods they mould on earth
To the spirits they hide in hearts!
The fire with its serpent look
With its long fire tongue to lick
The least tiny creation on earth
Moved ahead with alarming paces
That spanned the length and breadth
The heights with unabated anger
As if the third eye of Juggernaut
Opened and dance dreaded
To perish and punish the sins!
And the creator smiles
As the Juggernaut closed his eyes
And the creator did the work
With fin ix flying out from ashes!
And nested atop the tree
And smelled fragrance of flowers!