The Flame That Rises Within Poem by Rajendra Prasad Meena Jaipur India
The Flame That Rises Within
My village, Daulatpura, a seed in the earth,
Took root by the toll, in simple, golden mirth.
A tiny mud house with dreams inside,
Like sunbeams resting on fields wide.
The tall lamp post, a guardian tall,
Its light a beacon, guiding all.
I was the first to rise, like rivers set free,
The fields whispered, and they called me.
Though no fan cooled me, the lamp post shone,
A flame of hope, guiding me on.
Then a wrestler came, from UP strong and grand,
Like a storm, he gave me strength to stand.
I soared like a kite, high in the sky,
And that spark in me will never die.
Though I am far, that dream still grows....
Like a flame, like a river, like a rose.
- Rajendra
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