I could see it rising

I could see the limits pressing

I could see the bonds breaking

I could hear the hinges creaking

I could smell the ash wafting

I could see an idea forming

And I could see a man transforming.

dedicated to my  dear friend Avinasha( which literally means ‘untarnishable’).Thank you for your kind words.

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Arjun here.From Kottakkal, Kerala,India. I am interested in anything that is interesting and writing comes among the top of that list. I read,I write,I live.

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3 thoughts on “Fire
  1. Avinahsa

    Thank you Cheta 🙂 🙂 Nice 🙂 The transformation is continuous and never ending, ever lasting 🙂


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