On a sultry starry night
I got an in invitation to dine
In a poetry festival

With multitude of poems
Standing with arms akimbo
Each reading itself to the airs
Bonding in love as my pen rests
Between my fingers and thumb
Smug as a loaded gun, shooting out
Suns in bullets of thunderous songs

I spoke back in gun silence
With whistling words in parables
Exploding hushed air of guns
Piercing the night sacredness

The poems in lyrical voices
Singing lullabies in this chanting night
Till echoes ring in glory at highest decibels
Till poetry sings itself gold
Till poetry burning burning flames
Creating immortal love arcade.