Musing 164 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

When the candle in alter
Is on tempest severe with lightning
Twists the dwarf fire flickering,
Shall we refuse to inhale the troubled air
or hide beyond the cross to justify our fear?
Rather we should ignite the fireplaces
Embodying the spirits undefeated for moments adverse
With pouring the oil of senses effective
Substituting the little candle with fire raging
To illuminate the door exit for better looking.