Fire,
the source of light,
the epitome of optimism.
Its aura enthralls even the cold blooded.
Its warmth seduces their senses,
draws sweat,
enlightens their spirits,
sets life running
within the contours of the mortal body.
Fire,
the purest of the pure,
the hallmark of sanctitude.
Its flames can be vitiated
by no worldly desires.
It possesses the strength
to turn egos to ashes,
sparing the bones,
yet it remains modest to the core.
So burn like a raging fire,
and conquer all
with a force so brutal,
that it leaves your rivals
bewitched,
fascinated.
Be ablaze, not with pride and jealousy,
but with acceptance and humility.
C Kumar
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem