Poem: A Burnt and his Rivals

By: Pijush Kanti Deb

Fire

Tactful rivals are approaching
showing their dreadful canines
Yet
A burnt
remains fearless and relaxed,
He just checks once again his locker up
Wherein his heart and soul are locked,
Comes out in the street to observe his body
Which is ever busy
To turn dust into gold,
Looks at his people
Who are still extending their hands to him
Sketching the lines of smile on their lips
And then
He climbs up his search-tower
Consoling his dream,
” Let them come, I’m ready to protect you “

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