From the poem "The Volcano"--(book-'Realization')

Wayward child of earth and fire,
Held captive by the mountain old;
Seething ,squirming to acquire
A form most terrible to behold.
                    Searing heat ,his father's gift,
                    Raw elements housed in mother's womb;
                    A union of both, sudden and swift,
                    To form a child for mankind's doom.
Boiling with a rage primeval,
Twisting ,straining to emerge;
Monster child fated for survival,
Man and cities to submerge.
                        ................................more in the book 'Realization'............