Fire. Poem by Hardik Vaidya

Fire.

Behind the sullen fences,
Setting sun,
Singing the earth with its last kisses,
A destiny to make love in day light,
Or steal chances during dusk and dawn,
A warm glow,
Golden,
Melt, metal,
Not gold,
Neither platinum.
A gush of rush,
Primeval,
That powers the engines of man,
His kind,
With his woman,
Creating an eternity.

Hardik Mahesh Vaidya.

Ps a poem as an afterthought on a photograph I took today. A picture is worth more than a billion researched, thought, and surely intuitive words and worlds.