Thunderbolt And Lightning Eater Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR

Solitary arid ground long and wide
Only a beheaded palm tree standing there
While wind stops whistling
While far away brook with stationary wave
And dim moonlihght whispering
Then a cow-boy comes striding
Curl of smoke emitted from his burnt body

He stands beside the burnt palm
Both expect the sky be overcast again
Lightning and thunderbolt come down again
They are hungry
Now they would suck lightning and crunch thunderbolt
To satisfy their appetite.