VOLCANO

POEM

With fire in his eyes

tears ran down his cheeks

like red-hot lava of anger and agony

flowing down and spreading around

like the eruption of a volcano

just like frequent thunders breakout

after years of fretting and fuming.

On noticing his red eyes

and tears like red-hot

lava flowing around

we were frightened

and to escape from his sight

we ran away and hid

behind giant trees and tall walls

when will we escape from

his intimidating looks

and remain calm, quiet and serene?

No idea…..