Rudra will come

When the metal bird
Flys overs the town in night
Town looks with brightening light
Unveils like coal, Hot and red.
Veerabhadra’s walking bed

This glow is everywhere
To end the dark around
Death meets night
When floods Bright

So bright like shining fire
Ah, It was the Parvati’s pyre.
Or was it the eternal fire
Burn to test Sita’s pure

This flood of light causes fear
Even To the dark cloud in high sphere
It is Himavantha’s eternal fire

To stop artificial brightness
From killing the light of own(inside)
Rudra will come
He pours the blood rain
To extinct the killer fire

(Translation of my own poem from kannada)