The Flame
Shilpa Chakrabarti reminds us that the flame, once kindled, is eternal
Roaring waves,
Rumbling clouds,
Raging winds,
All say it aloud,
That….
Love is a flame;
It kindles in heart,
Glows in darkness,
And warmth it does impart;
only…….
when handled with care,
kept saturated, with oil of ‘patience’;
With the wick free from dust of mistrust,
it will continue to have its luminescence….
The flame will then burn bright
Against all storm-
Carrying its iridescence
Amidst turbulences, of any form.
Shilpa,
I guess I should say that your poem gives an accurate description of the ageold virtue called 'Love.' You happen to be one of the talented authors I have come across in this magazine. Brilliantly penned down.
Loved this poem! Especially these two lines: “kept saturated, with oil of ‘patience’; With the wick free from dust of mistrust”