Fire and Light
Poetry
Published in
Apr 16, 2024
That day I lit a match stick
to hold it near those
letters written by you.
Then noticed flames.
Fire was high,
light was less!
Heat was unbearable!
I was expecting
a river to come nearer,
who knows perfectly
how to stimulate life
in a barren land,
like those firemen
dragged hoses desperately
to quench the flames
when the local post office
caught fire on that night
prior to your wedding!
