The wall of flames reach for the door.
What appeared to be a desire to exit seems to resemble an anchor to explore its surroundings.
The air thickens and breathing seems less of an option.
The walls appear to be closing in while I experience firsthand the unravelling of future dreams.
I awake to blurs of flashing lights and indecipherable prayers for a solution.
The flames starved of food begin to scream for sustenance and look to prospects nearby.
Desperate to continue it's reign, it heads to the hills and immaculate conception breeds generations in an instant to drive out unwanted immigrants.
The inhabitants have experienced accelerated gentrification at the dismay of unwanted homelessness.
Immorals flock to the scene sniffing for opportunities under the guise of compassion and although feelings point to another future generation being lost to hopelessness, our fighting spirit cannot be as easily doused.
4) The epic describes how trees and shrubs weep unable to escape the fire, how the birds, reptiles and other wild animals try to flee from the forest, but how the greed of fire devours all and everything
3) I am reminded of the chapter "Khandavadaaham" in the Indian epic Mahabharatam. Describes how Arjuna sets the forest of Khandavam to fire to build the capital of his new kingdom. The epic describes..
2) your poem truly and touchingly depicts the evils of the wild fire spreading across Los Angeles. I am reminded…
Fantastic poem. " flames starved of food" that is why Agni-fire is called Anala (Ana=no & ala=enough or no more; that is Anala means one who is Never satiated, never sated) in Sanskrit.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
5) please try to read the epic, at least this tiny chapter. One outcome of this horrendous deed of Anjuna extends to many generations. Please read my series "Sarpasatram" on PoemHunter