FIRE

.              FIRE     

As it burns there is the crackling sound

Red embers,the remanants of plants

Smoke curling its way towards the sky Dancing to the tunes of the cool breeze Reminds me of one's journey of life.

Man's mind is cluttered with  desires 

And fears that can never be held at bay

His desires never fulfilled,for one gives  birth to another

His pride never wanes nor does his attachment 

He knows not the impermanence of what exsists

For what arises shall cease,burnt away by  the fire of time

Where once was he and his dreams              

There remains only a fistful of ashes.

N.S.Ramesh 

(Poem)