Burning Hills Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Burning hills
Bright array of clouds
And the midday sun
All are forming a group
They are the blazing trident
Dancing and shouting
With a loud voice
I am trembling
Hearing and seeing
And they are coming
To swallow me
And I am here praying You
O my dear I know
You are the creator of all
And controlled by You
The time factor itself
Afraid of You
And so I am praying You
You can alone give me
Full protection
And enable me to live
Without any fear.