The reddish dazzling fuming wave,
Seen from a long distance away,
Looks like a ball of fiery rave
Blazing and gleaming in a ray
Emitting incorrigible heat in a save,
Ranging across a mountainous sway.
The raging fire rises in leaps and bounds,
Spreading its terrible wings over every snare,
Sneaking through the secure corners all around,
The dry leaves strewn across catch the fare,
The fuming stifling smoke abound,
Rendering a grotesque surround.
The sudden burst of flame makes a retreat,
By slowly dying down in a meek glee,
Committing a horrible disaster upbeat,
Striping life and matter all in a spree,
The stain and tarnish appears as a feat,
Inducting an awful frightening flee.
The reason behind the seductive blaze,
Remains a mystery all over,
May be it is due to a deficit of human race
Who by their feverish foolish hover,
Cause a turmoil in a successive phase,
Refuting a permanent recover.
Meenas Poems 
One reply on “Fire In The Blaze.”
Sounds very tragic.