Fire Poem by Rishit Desai

Fire



Fire melts iron with iron,
So also discerns the taint from gold;
May it merge with me my love,
Isolate the evil which keeps me cold.

From my first breath, till the last,
The present will in future be past;
At all times must stay by my side,
This fire in me, be high or low tide.

Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: evil,fire,future
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