The burning KILN

Sometimes the words in a poem spring forth from the creative KILN of the POET with fire still in them and a piece of wood needs fire to bring out the ashes it contains

..Prof. Varma

A burning Kiln               

I did   it   !!

The pin of sin

Deep within me

Making me

A burning KILN

I searched for

A cool place

But found none

But I had no feet

To walk on

Only stumps

I stood still

On the burnt out stumps

Till I felt

My own  ashes

Flying around me