Balls Of Fire Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Neither dust,
Nor ice
But balls of fire
Are there
All around us.
We are burning
At every moment here.

Touch me and test me,
Am I not hot?
Hot with desire.
You may agree or not,
I don't care.
You are punishing yourself
With desire.

But keep a firm belief
My dear men with you
And stay unaffected
By evil and wrong
And develop forgiveness
Within you for all,
The fire would not
Harm you at any moment.

No one but you can
Save yourself from
Your own fire and own
Enemy that are within you
Here like anger, greed
And so many other diseases.
Behold your own self
That is present in all beings.

Balls of time,
Balls of fire, catch it,
Early and go forward
With ice, with humanity,
With love, with truth.