An Anthology Of Verses - Prabhath Avadhanula

Bang The Drum

Bang the drum, Feed the fire, and Let it rain.
If the dust settles, Raise it up again.
Dark denizens of the night
Will come undone,
And with unflinching hands
We will raise the burning sun.
Shadowed corners and crooked lanes
Will never overtake again
The open ways of public walk
Where congregated citizens talk.