Bonfire

By Vidhi Kumbhat

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The warmth of the burning sticks that trickles my skin,

The flaming flower that would swirl and spin.

The war between the gushing cold wind and the uprising fire,

And how it’s lost territory, the wind tried to reacquire.

Oh! What a pleasant scene it was,

To watch the war without a cause.

The time when the fire grew so tall,

Like flamy stars hanging on the night-wall.

But the time comes for everything to descend back down,

Like Cinderella going the down the palace steps, wearing a fiery gown.

Her shoe too was left behind in the underlying sticks,

And she soon disappeared in the wintry bricks.

So did the powerful win over the weak again?

No! See the new sticks have made another robust gain!

By Vidhi Kumbhat