TRAILBLAZER

Prepare the bed 
of the liquid art, 
where the ice will kiss the fire. 

Can you climb on the flames 
to know the truth 
of a molten lava? 

Who killed the desire 
to enter the frozen god 
of revenge? 

Alas, I will go back 
to the wounded pride. 
I will not sell my home of curse. 

The innocent breast 
of the moon, 
has kindled the blaze again.

Satish Verma