The Flare Poem by Siddharth Nair

The vast industrial expanse,
Lay engaged in incessant activity,
Ceaselessly toiling were the men,
With devotion and sincerity.

The men who had taken upon themselves
The gargantuan task of excelling; Always,
And making their organization,
Everyone's envy; by fusing nights and days.

The men who in their forward march,
Would take along their organization, many a mile
The men who despite the herculean tasks,
Were never, bereft of a smile.

And symbolizing their spirit was, I thought,
The flare, the intermittent flare,
Reaching out heavenwards in a bellicose mood,
As if to challenge all those who dare.

For when the sun dived into a slumber deep,
The flare was still flickering,
Proudly stating that,
Their flair was ‘alive and kicking'.

To every opportunity,
With commitment and might,
That might have otherwise been eclipsed,
By the darkness of the night.