Intent on destruction,
The fire, angry and relentless
Raging on with fury
Furious, and reckless
It continues with rage
For this is not even the start
It proceeds to destroy
Killing lives, without a heart
Where there once was a forest
Now lay ashes, dull and grey
For consuming at the speed of light
There was no one to keep it at bay
Then from the heart of the woods
A tiny sapling sprout
Proceeding to regrow
I think you’ve missed off the end of this poem, Harshita.
Thanks Roger for the comment. Will finish and post it again. Glad to know that you read my poem.
I read all the poems, Harshita.