Fire often tells and reminds us
Never indulge in play with me
I am angry and anger my born character
I can destroy and swallow anything and everything
Through which the object is purified
The materials altogether swallowed
It is only my mission, destined mission always
I am also the blessed one, and blessing one
When you give enough to swallow even your body
Which I will accept my own and convert in ashes
The soul will be directed to its own ways
As per the wishes and actions of deceased ones.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good thought provoking write about destiny of life and fire's role in it. Thanks for sharing