The Spirit Of Fire

Poem By Parameswaran Nair Damodaran Nair

In the surge of wind memories cast,
Somewhere In the nook of my bosom,
Sometimes glows the piece of ember
Smouldering under ashes of dreams

Dreams climbing up the far heights
Like vines with bunches of grapes
Were trapped in wild fire and burned
Reducing to ashes and hot ember

The spirit of fire lying silent in slumber
Breathes in memories, breathes out pains
To cater a new morn to be born anew
As a dragon to swallow the fire of evils

Comments about The Spirit Of Fire

The poem comes up with some most fascinating images involving memories, dreams, wild.fires and ashes which could always add a new meaning to life. I would like to quote from the poem: The spirit of fire lying silent in slumber Breathes in memories, breathes out pains
Many dreams slip from our hand and they become ashes of the past. Profound poem.10**
The value of things that easily acquired fades in no time but dreams really labored is very special. Even fighting with evil seems small. Beautiful insightful poetry sir.


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