A seasonal war weaponed
Persistent in the vault of heaven
Vajrastra, agniastra, varunastra..
Whipping of silvery flashes
Forked tongue chained in bolts
From the welkin..who the missile-smith there
Devas and asuras.. grand-pa explicates
Battling heaven flashes, splashes
Agonised breath clouds
Mercy-showers drum acclamation for devas
Havocked-pour thunderbolts for... asuras
Lightning squanders sometimes on earth
To up back with ammunition crimsoned
Why, who the missile-smith here
yes, they are the demons...the missile smiths...the war weapon merchants…i liked the phrase crimsoned ammunitions most...insightful poem 10
let vajrayudha works light all around 10 and more stars soo striking agree with Yoonoos...
Indira... so striking tonight! ! ! I wish you peacefulness... and many thanks for reading me and your kindest comments (you have no Inbox open) ... aroha xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i wrote one on rain...not posted yet...very true that's what they used to say the god's fighting up there