A Thing Called Fire - Poem by rajagopal haran
Searching for the Almighty
I see a lamp in the corner right!
Flashes a charm in my mind
To show the Maker mighty!
Is it God that makes the world? Or
Is it a Global making of the mind?
Yes says the swirling lamp
To make the food eat worthy
To smash the same inside you
To make the vessel that cooks your grain
To run the trucks that trains the brains
It’s me the source that provides!
Making is not all that I do
To sustain beings bear the heat
Nay! Your body loses precious heat
There you name it dead and cold!
Flora needs the heat and light
Who you think that provides the feat?
Single source! I mean your Sun!
Lest another Sun moves in near
None on the earth dare escape!
Load shedding is additional chore!
If mild becomes other way around
I escalate as fire so wild!
To take a toll fair enough
Nature not so commensurate,
My children add bombs to flare!
Tell me if you are satisfied
Having seen me all around!
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