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
Lovely lines enjoyed reading. Thank u for sharing .
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Thanks a lot..u are welcome 😊
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So loving this!!
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Two of my most favourite loves – fire and water – after my wife, that is.. 😉 Love the graphic too!
Thanks for reading my recent poem and the ‘Like’
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Hehe.. thats so sweet. Thanks btw.
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This seems the struggle against aggressive person..or may be the fight for truth against all odds. I liked your imagination
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The first part is true. Thanks a lot!
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