Cataclysm Of Shattered Souls

The lines read of stars and cherished hopes

A palmist assures of flatter land, safer hand.

Then traversing from forest for another

Souls seeped into the mid-land moana.

Alike a lost sailor, navigating around

Seeking for a safer sand, cozy and warm

As the soul’s end of the mind has read of-

The palmist’s assurance of safer land, safer hand.

Unsatisfied, exhausted, puffing and blowing

The souls start digging its own self: stars and lines

And in fear and desperation a Phoenix rises

From the ashes of shattered dreams of a safer hand.