The raging fire
is a big liar
mean not the real one
but that in a subtle tone
think a little while
would come to know in style
it is the burn in the heart
both caught and bought
it burns and burns
it churns and churns
never does it escapes through
not does it activates true
it is continuous in a strain
limits itself not in vain
as it flares up with animosity
gathers too much velocity
ranges on a scale too high
goes up and down with a sigh
the vindictiveness bursts off
crosses through with a tip off
strikes with a venom great
that is the known fate
which topples all in a speed
shatters all castes and creed
a diffidence with a deviation
an inference with an instruction
that fire is a lesser evil than the other
from the heart with all its fretter
Meenas Poems 