The Fire and the Water
A poem by Naheed Akhtar
When green turned black
Was it meaningless?
Or just the colour change?
Many had many muses-
They sang their hearts
Or they had heard the music in trend
Fire in the forest is not always
Idiomatic;
It many times burns one top to bottom
And when it burns, it does charging
A high price -
From the ashes then
Does not rise the Pheonix
For the ashes is thrown in the water
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