O Fire
Fire, O fire
Why are you there?
Why are you in the face of my wife?
Why are you in Lathore Dalit basti?
Why are you there statewide
roaring, destroying beauty of life
Fire, O fire
Please hear me and have patience
have patience to tolerate changed life
and have patience to survive
in the midst of beauty.
O fire you have also urge
like me to refine the selfmight.
Fire, O fire
I salute you if you say
you are there to make
life fare and fair.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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