a poem by Satheesan Rangorath

Rushing through the steel shells of time,
Life hiccups, craving for fresh air.
Rakes are packed and overflowing.
Somewhere flares up a flower in full.
Petals burn, metals melt, leaving stench of terror.
Terrorists feed on burned carcasses.
Cowardice copulate in the blood of innocents,
as they live in filth, wriggling as maggots.

Cigars still burn in their hands,
Scattering ashes everywhere,
Ready to light a gelignite stick again.
It is from those ashes the Phoenix rise.
Remember you have to confront a Sphinx too.
The ultimate trial will be on soon.