It came down as a bolt
From the blue, burning
The trees in its path,
With animals scattering
From its thunderous sound,
Birds flying in circles,
With terror in minds,
Killing a woman
With its inflamming
Tounge, in an instant
Turning to other places,
As if to turn its monstrous
Dance appearing fearfully,
Occassionally, like
Let loose from the hell.
Ravikiran Arakkal
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