Recently realized I that
A lover I am of the Fire too
I have it
In my every cell
It burns and cools me
A part of me be gone
Bhasmam/Ash, every day
Which can’t come back
To me, nor of any help
For tomorrow
It smears the Bhasmam/ash of
Each day on my
Forehead
Reminding me of
The remaining me
Today I saw the sky has
Grey clouds on its
Forehead too
No, sky has no days
Nor nights
To be burned
But I have!
My “havings” are reigned
By the Sun
The sky is not the same
The earth rotates
No, this rotation is so static
So static!
The Sun comes and goes
The same way
The day starts and ends
The same way
The ash is same grey
forever
The Fire eats my colours
It reminds me
My colours are not mine
It is given and can be taken
Away by, anytime
From the ashes how to pick
Burned colours !
The colours come to the eyes
Only when the Sun consents
But even the Sun can’t
Colour the ashes
I know, ... I know, ... I know !
About the Author
Sarala Ramkamal
Member Since: 20 Aug, 2015
I am a lover of poetry, though I started writing short stories too. By profession I was a web developer / graphic designer and now work for visually challenged as a trainer of DAISY Technology. I have few anthologies published like Indo-Au...
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