The Fire Poem by Binayakumar Mohanty
The Fire
The fire bids me
a sweat good bye
revolves round
my soul
as the light
emitted from a dead star.
Shall I ask it to
wait for me.
On the ashes so cold
nice flowers must have
been blossomed, then.
Why should I blame the fire?
Is it not the flower itself?
Or different!
Nice presentation of philosophy of life and death.Nicely painted.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/6/2024 8:42:08 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The fire, soul. the flower..........connecting all these in one poem.. thanku dear poet. the fire is calling........ tony