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.

-Chitkala