Ice On Fire… Poem by Sheel Patel

Orange..........the light one.........The evening sky,
Looking so patient and cold, before turning into harsh red
At that time…….I was afraid….looking through the final glares, I Wonder
whether frightened birds were coming back or going away from the Horizon? ? ?



Red……….the bloody one………Before the Peaceful night,
Warming me to survive till the next morning, though it is harsh and hard
When I finally look down surrendering those final glares
On the milky snow………….I wonder, is the Ice really on fire? ? ?



Black……the pitch one………which I like the most! !
Brings me back to my home, though it is blind! !
I feel the cherubic smile on the face of my wife and the little one,
As he scurry away after a warm hug with me, I felt he was energized somehow,
And when I hug her finally, I think I am energized, too! ! ! !
I looked into her eyes with a little sorry, for not able to give her enough,
She never reflected it back…..never….never



And till the next morning…..I feel alive…..the Yellow one! ! ! ! ! ! !

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