Water and fire

The out-roar of fire simmering inside the dead cold water,

It gets louder and lightening strikes, louder is the thunder;

The water curbs the new born spark but it is not true this time,

Spark veils itself,takes a shape secretfully in the “hiding”;

The whispers under water talk about the dangers to come,

The water is cold and dead,but for the fire it is numb;

Thinks the water,’no spark it can breed,so no fire to burn’,

Wrong is it this time,now,it is ‘the red hot yellow’s turn;

The sky grows darker ,the clouds panic and begin to weep,

The flames rise crossing horizons and higher they leap;

The golden hot mouth starts gulping the sacred black and blue,

A lesson for the water who had thought it would never be true.

Copyright 2016 Chitkala Mulye (Chitkala Aditosh

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