Shiva Poem by Patrick L Kalahar

Shiva



The pale sun (its watery light filtering
Through albino clouds)objecting to
Planetary transgressions,
Rains salt tears, waterspouted from an angry sea

Returning to humankind their own
Acidic and corrosive dreams.
Killing new growth and leeching poison
Into ancient roots

A single voice rides the wind and whispers:
I am Shiva—Destroyer of Worlds

Thursday, January 23, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: hindi
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