Fire
A spark of light ,A destroyer
burns all in its way.
Never bows before one,
never in its way, hesitates
Yet it shows a path,
Through the dark in an old cave.
warmth it shares to many on a cold day,
Yet many light it while they pray,
to god, to dead as a silent prayer.
Many hate it many scared
so beautiful it sings to me
as its song fills my heart
My fears and sadness it calms me down
I sleep peacefully hearing in sing near the hearth
Copyright © Nivedita Anbuchelvan | Year Posted 2011
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