Sowmya Hiremat

This rage that runs 
In my veins like 
Pristine liquid of heaven
Can burn through the
Voices of angels choir
But it waters the blooms
In the darkness of my
Heart that nurses the
Savage slashes of pain
That nests in my bones.
It warms the cold floor
Of my self worth that
Brittles up like leaves
In the snarky winter ..
An act of rebellion of
Their impending fall.

I am pregnant, a baby
Dragon sleeps in my
I belly, courtesy this 
Corroding acid .. this 
 fire that roars like lava
on the top of a
Forbidden mountain 
I know I can’t hide her
Forver but all things
Take their time to birth
 I must wait until the 
Gestation completes.
Then it will bloom - 
A black lotus marking
The beginning of an 
Epoch that will be called
Flowing River of fire by
The history & it’s men