Forest-fire

Forest-fires must have blossomed somewhere
That’s where I lost my heart.

Drowsy noons, Gulmohar dreams
Hide-and-seek
with sun beams
Bronze and gold, crimson and sapphire
Forests of Autumn
and Forest-fire.

Forest-fires must have blossomed somewhere
My long lost heart calls me to that Autumn's fair.

Judgment

Judge me by my poetry
I might be a tramp or priestess
But heed what you see in me
For its your eyes you bare at best