Lightning

A seasonal war weaponed
Persistent in the vault of heaven
Vajrastra, agniastra, varunastra..
Whipping of silvery flashes
Forked tongue chained in bolts
From the welkin..who the missile-smith there
Devas and asuras.. grand-pa explicates

Battling heaven flashes, splashes
Agonised breath clouds
Mercy-showers drum acclamation for devas
Havocked-pour thunderbolts for... asuras
Lightning squanders sometimes on earth
To up back with ammunition crimsoned
Why, who the missile-smith here

poem by Indira Renganathan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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