O Fire Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Pray hearken, O Fire, to my life’s red urge:
Do spread thy all-consuming power anew,
And burn her mortal dross sans residue,
That her ashes unto elements merge;
Burn all her pains that she suffers no more,
Stumbling stones, life’s whys irking like wart,
And answers failing to bestir her heart,
Let her feeling heart be stilled to its core;
And yet, do let her e’er-green soul retain
The last vestige of her earnest desire,
Her heaving heart’s evermore-fragrant fire
For me; and let the rest burn to last grain;
This done, let her wake fresh new life to start,
New frame if ye feel, but same feeling heart!
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- Sonnets | 06.12.08 |