Banalities of life

May be the volcano
Was waiting To swallow
Pride of a mountain
And did it care,
If in the ash sputtered in the sky
There were claims
Of a lake
Showing
How much did it care
Like the feet of clay
Of a saint
Everything was demolished
All the lamps offered in the temple
Of the revered lake
Had been thrown away
Thrashed
In a minute
The mountain was defeated