Blast On Hillsides Poem by Deb Panda

Allover spread and heard,
A untamed blast of stones,
Along the axial smoothness –
Of internal beauty to ruin.
And pointed before it –
A pure foolish to the muddled world,
Of its deepest bitterness –
Turning black eyes to head.
Could it bank on those,
Stealing a decomposed wood,
Of precious worth and in darkness –
That surpassed the timely – dazzled.
And night alone can’t hide to Death,
Of a shooting star, towards its length.