The Himalaya in fire - Poem

Deep blue mournful sky,
A baby cloud looked alone,
The burning Sun glaring at forest,
While the Pine needles falling down,
The Birds took shelter in the Oak,
Musician Cricket, Cicada,
 Sounded dead silent,
 Lion hunting cool shadow,
While Himalayan Vultures gliding over
Streams looked little tired,
While the lake dying for water,
 Cloud’s wailing echoed around,
 For son fog was no more,
And mother rain fainted near,
While silent mountains,
 Bringing her around,
Missing you cool breeze,
Whispered the leaves
Overheard the hot wind,
 Her anger provoked,
Wanted to forget,
How cool breeze,
 Betrayed in love.

The hot wind hunting round,

In forest asked for Pine,
But no one disclosed
But Pine’s smell,
 Not held her tongue,
In forest echoed the cries,
Dragged by brown hair,
When the hot wind caught the Pine,
Made to bend on knees,
Heard Pine’s tears,
 Catch the fire,
Broken his back,
 But never bend,
But falling needles not stopped,
All around looked brown,
Pine’s needles falling down.

From the cliff,

Pushing a big stone,
 A cyclone was the hot wind,
To lend a hand,
Came near the burning Sun,
Giant stone hit a rock,
Got hurt, gave a spark,
In a moment,
The smoke arrested,
 The Pines’ needles,
Cracked a smile,
On hot wind’s face,
Met with smoke,
Whispered in his ear,
In next moment,
The Smoke turned,
 Into a fire.

A cloud of smoke,

 Gripped forest’s throat,
Fire turned into a mighty flames,
Him hot wind showed,
All unknown paths,
Whole forest seemed now,
Like burning dead soul,
Deer got breathless,
Birds almost dying,
Fire and Hot wind,
 Hunting them down,
 Unscarred in life,
The lion running,
Up and down.

The smoke trapped the forest,

The sun came closer,
Then the fire got invisible,
The hot wind helping the fire,
To establish the kingdom,
Both holding,
Each other’s hands.

The Forest Fire

At evening the Moon came,

To save the forest,
Stars marching behind
Cool breeze appeared,
To lend a hand,
Searching  timid hot wind,
Somewhere hiding place,
Fire was invisible,
For Sun standing beside,
Moon called his beloved,
Brave Night arrived,
Afraid of Moon,
Felt sun wise to escape.

Crackling fire in the dark forest,
looked like world map,
Deer and Lion sitting together,
Sleep seemed somewhere gone,
Cool breeze and Moon allied,
In this battle,
But mighty fire had upper hand.

Fight went whole night,
cold breeze got wounds,
Night leaving for the rain,
For she was the last hope,
 Disguised sun behind the mountain,
waiting for night,
When she would go,
The moment night left,
The sun attached,
 from the East,
The hot wind invaded,
 from the South.

Moon left alone in battle,
The fire seemed,
Stronger than ever,
Pines burning in the forest,
The fire kissed,
 The hot wind lips,
Holding her waist,
While thick smoke,
 Wrapping around,
 The Green forest
Turning into black charcoal,
Like a disappointed artist,
 Painting a picture,
With mournful colors.

The Moon

Wise leaving the forest,

 Thought the Lion,
Deer thinking,
 How leave the forest,
The fire covered,
 The rest of the forest,
No where left safe around,
With tears leaving all called home,
Slowly forest getting alone,
Rabbit leaving,
Turned looked behind,
Why the Dove ,
Sitting in the nest?,
See all leaving,
Any moment,
This oak would burn,
I would die,
Rather leaving my eggs.

 Never felt alone the forest,
Seemed worse than dying,
Dove sitting in the nest,
While cool breeze,
 Counting breaths,
Front of the giant Oak,
 Standing the fire,
Like a dog barking,
Front of an elephant
Fire blew out of his mouth,
leaves flaming like a candle,
The hot wind failed,
To shake the Oak,
While the flame,
 Turning into a blaze,
Crawling up the fire,
 To burn the nest.

The Strong Thunder

The oak looked upset,
The fire got near the Dove,
Suddenly Oak’s sparked with life,
Found a beam of hope,
As the fire touched the Nest,
The thunder struck,
While lighting his eyes,
Warned the fire,
Don’t cross their line,
The fire looked up the sky,
A fear ran in his eyes,
Dark cloud and warriors,
Marching with night,
The northern cold wind
Looked aggressive,
The hot wind,
 Was sweating,
To see the Devil,
Dark cloud covered the sky,
The wise Sun again disappeared,
Strong cold wind,
 Entered in the forest,
All trees falling on knees,
As roared the thunder,
The earth trembled with fear,
The fire’s feet shaking,
Stumbled with panic,
With shining great sword,
Lifted chin of the hot wind,
An artist painting,
A goat waiting,
 Eaten by lion,
Lifted the sword,
To cut off the head,
A fair hand held,
The thunder’s strong hand,
The gorgeous rain,
Standing behind,
 My lord in place head,
Make her slave.

Arvind Kumar

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