The Fire
The jungle was getting thicker, miles and miles a stretch;
Calm and eerie, murky and green,
The sun was nowhere to be seen,
And no shelter as far as eyes can fetch.
Not an animal, not an avian;
Just owls,
Scary growls,
And someone walking towards oblivion.
Rest was craved, by limbs not head;
With mud and blood underneath,
Not another feet,
I decided to lay in grassy bed.
As I lay, under the leafy sky;
With a bon fire, and
Some barbwire,
A cynical thought crossed by.
What if all the miles,
Trodden black,
Becomes a mere useless act?
No way back, no way side
Forward is the only abide.
What if the woods never end?
Only gets darker, and
Further,
With every bend.
Only then I noticed My fire burn,
Sharp and bright,
Trembling with might,
Assuring me nothing could harm.
Little a flame, as it is;
Doesn’t care,
How big its flare,
Dances in harmony at ease.
So, I learned a valid lesson;
As way,
leads to way,
Let thy fire inside never lessen.
When at length that day views,
Bringing reward, and
Mental accord,
Be sure to recall your muse.
Biswaraj Palit.
9-6-2020
